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.