Pursuing Her Chapter 282

Chapter 282 Unwelcomed Tristan suddenly felt as though someone had hit him on his head. “I can't

eat on my own.” He, Tristan Lombard, a cold and aloof man, had been turned into a lovelorn fool

who couldn't eat without Sophie around. She was speechless. It took her quite some time before

she finally found the words to speak. “We're going to Mark's mansion and will be having BBQ. You

don't know them well,” said Sophie. Won't he lose his appetite under these circumstances? “It'll be

fine. I see your friends as my own. Besides, I know where the mansion is, so I can drive there on my

own.

You don't need to come to pick me up.” Sophie couldn't speak. She remained in a daze even after

she hung up the call. Why do I get the feeling that Tristan just conned me? “What's wrong? Who

was it?” “Tristan.” “What does he want?” “He wants to join us,” replied Sophie. She had finally

accepted that inevitable reality. Gah, who cares? I won't be the one who feels awkward, anyway.

Mark handed his money over quickly when it was time to pay. He wanted to treat everyone that day.

Sophie was going to carry one of the four heavy grocery bags, but Sunny stopped her. “Nope. You

ladies are not allowed to do any chores when we're around,” said Sunny. He took two bags, and

Mark picked up the other two. The two ladies followed closely behind them without needing to

carry anything. Mark didn't mind driving, so they had let their driver go home early. The four of

them took the car back. The three musicians carried the grocery bags into the kitchen to prepare for

the BBQ right away. Ysabelle followed them and couldn't help being impressed when she saw them

working in the kitchen. Oh my gosh, these people are incredible! Ysabelle sighed in admiration

when she left the kitchen. “I never knew that my idols could cook that well.”

Sophie glanced at the three musicians bustling away in the kitchen. “Oh, they actually aren't that

great. Mark's the real chef here.” Mark and Sunny had gone to shower and left the miscellaneous

tasks to the others. “Wow, is that for real?” asked Ysabelle. She became even more excited because

the chef in question was Mark. As far as she was concerned, he was the cool guy who dominated

every stage he had been on. I wonder how hot he'll look when he cooks. Their conversation was still

ongoing when Mark and Sunny returned. “Sophie, it's been a while since you had Mark's spicy

crayfish, right? Oh, I gotta tell you. His cooking has gotten so good that the spicy crayfish he makes

is perfect!” “Come on, stop chatting already. Let's go help the others,” said Mark as he dragged

Sunny away. Gah, this kid is too talkative. “Sophie, is it really okay for us to sit here and do nothing?”

Ysabelle felt a little bad because she was essentially being served. “You can help if you want to, but

is there anything you can do in the kitchen?” challenged Sophie. Sophie's skill truly was inferior

compared to Mark's, and the others would surely chase her out of the kitchen if she were to go in.

Hence, she decided to just stay put outside. She'd rather not embarrass herself, but she wouldn't

stop Ysabelle from doing the same. Ysabelle couldn't reply to Sophie's question. Okay, I guess she’s

right. I'm just going to embarrass myself in there.

She definitely shouldn't offer to help because there was nothing she could do well. Hence, it was

better if she stayed put. BBQ was easier and quicker to prepare for the party of seven, so they sat

around the dining table about an hour later. Mark had made a few types of homemade sauces even

though they were just having a small party. There was an incredible selection of sauces, and a plate

of delicious-looking spicy crayfish was sitting at the side. Everything made Ysabelle idolize Mark

even more. “How can all of you be so incredible? These look almost as though they were made by

chefs in a restaurant.” “Oh, puh-lease. Those chefs have nothing on Mark at all,” replied Sunny as he

smiled proudly. Everyone was about to chow down when the doorbell rang. “Who could it be? I

don't think anyone else knows that we are back, right?” asked Sunny as he got up to answer the

door. They had always been the odd ones out in the entertainment industry, so they didn't have

many friends. To his surprise, the first thing he saw after he opened the door was Tristan’s incredibly

handsome face. Sunny was rather hostile toward Tristan because it was obvious that the latter had

his eyes on Sophie. “Why are you here? Are there any emergencies? If not, please leave. We're

busy.” Tristan couldn't be bothered to argue with the guy as he walked past the latter right away.

Sunny ended up standing there, stunned. What the hell is wrong with that guy?

I didn't say he could come in! “Oy, you're trespassing on private property! Leave right now, or I will

call the cops on you!” As far as Sunny was concerned, anyone who tried to steal Sophie from their

band was a villain. That was why he couldn't get himself to like Tristan. Mark looked rather upset

when he saw Tristan there as well. “Uncle Tristan, you're here!” said Ysabelle. She felt a little awkward

because she was at someone else's place. It was rather mortifying that her uncle came uninvited. Ah,

it'd be so embarrassing if we get kicked out of here! “I heard about how you kids are having BBQ, so

I thought I'd drop by and join you.” Tristan made his way to Sophie and sat down beside her. He

looked at ease the entire time. “No one invited you. Isn't it a little weird for you to be here for no

reason?” My gosh, are the rich always this shameless? “What do you mean? I'm invited. Sophie

invited me here. Besides, she and I are family, so why can't I be here?” “You're her family?” Sunny

was so angry that he wanted to kick Tristan out of the house. Unfortunately, the latter's aura was too

intimidating, so he was too scared to do anything. “Yes, I am. What's wrong with that statement? Do

you have a problem with it?” challenged Tristan. He acted as though what he was doing was the

social norm. Sunny was so angry that he wanted to drive a fork into Tristan’s eye. Oh, f*ck him!

Sophie didn't even agree to be his girlfriend yet! “Ugh! Sophie, will you promise me something? I

really hate that dude, so please don't accept him as your boyfriend, okay?” I will accept anyone but

this annoying *sshole! “All right, come on. The meat's ready,” said Sophie as she got Sunny some

beef. That shut Sunny right up. As he ate, he glanced tauntingly at Tristan. See that? At the end of

the day, we are the ones Sophie cares about the most. That's why she got me some beef. “I knew it,

Sophie! You love me the most. That's why you remembered that beef is my favorite, even though it's

been ages since we last hung out.” Sophie was at a loss for words. The truth was that she only gave

him the beef because it was done cooking at that exact moment. “Come on, Sunny. Stop

complaining and just eat up,” said Mark. Tristan didn't hold back. It was a home-cooked meal, but

Mark's cooking truly was impressive, so everyone had a great time. Tristan got some beef for Sophie

as well. “You should eat more.” Sophie murmured an affirmative reply. Mark set his fork down and

began removing the crayfish’s shells for Sophie.

He remembered that she especially enjoyed eating crayfish. His movements were swift and smooth

as he deshelled the crayfish. When he finished, he placed it right onto Sophie's plate Tristan glared

when he saw Mark doing that. Judging from the practiced movements, it seemed he had done it a

hundred times before. “You don’t need to worry about me, Mark. I can remove the shells on my

own.” “It's fine. I can remove the crayfish's shell for you. You find the task troublesome, right?”

Ysabelle was dumbstruck. I didn't know that Mark could be that sweet. He even helped Sophie

remove the shell! If Mark's fans were to see this side of him, they would all shriek and go insane.

Ysabelle couldn't help sneaking a peek at her uncle. As suspected, Tristan was glaring angrily.