Chapter 976 My Man

The performance of race cars was what mattered, not their appearance.

“Wow, Bert! This is awesome.” Ysabelle was excited when she saw the race car because it looked

extremely cool.

Her eyes sparkled with admiration as she said, “It must be really cool to drive this car. Can I try?”

Hearing that, Felix pulled her back to his side.

“This car looks good on the outside, but it’s not something you can drive,” he pointed out. It was not an

ordinary race car; one careless mistake could cause a terrible accident.

A sense of letdown settled upon Ysabelle.

“Why is it that Sophie can do anything but I can’t?” she groaned.

“Who says you can’t? You can. You sing very well!” Felix affirmed. She’s already one of the most

popular female singers. Isn’t that enough? Every person has their own strengths; we just have to do

what we’re good at.

“Really? Am I that impressive to you?” Ysabelle asked hesitantly, unconvinced by his words.

“Yes. To me, you’re the most dazzling person in the world. I’m telling you the truth; the whole truth, and

nothing but the truth,” Felix continued with his flattery. He was even willing to call her an angel as long

as she did not do those dangerous things.

“All right!”

Since Felix had already put it that way, it was only right for Ysabelle to believe him. Besides, there was

nothing she could do about it if he were lying.

Ysabelle knew very well that she was not as capable as Sophie.

Meanwhile, Sophie opened the race car door and climbed in to experience what it felt like inside. The

race car was incredible-appearance and performance-wise.

Moreover, it was coated in the glamorous red color she liked. She was sure it would feel great to drive

a car like that.

“What do you think? Do you like it?” asked Tristan. He had never used the car ever since he bought it.

Sophie bobbed her head in response.

“I like it. Looks like you’ve always had a great sense of taste.” She truly liked the car.

“If you like it, you can have it.”

The offer rendered Sophic speechless.

It sounded surreal that Tristan was giving her the car. However, she soon nodded because she really

liked the vehicle.

Just then, Lily walked over, only to develop jealousy for Sophie when she caught sight of the race car.

The way Tristan treated Sophie drew envy from others.

The look on Lily’s face gave Ysabelle the urge to provoke the former. “Ms. Sanders, why are you here?

The event’s not starting until an hour later. What do you think about this race car? I wonder if it’s

suitable for this track.”

The smile on Lily’s lips stiffened. Ysabelle’s doing this on purpose, isn’t she?

“Isn’t it obvious? Mr. Tristan’s things are always the best,” she said. Surely there’s no need to make it

so clear?

“True. My uncle’s things are always the best, but he still cherishes Sophie the most.”

Lily was left baffled.

Ugh. I shouldn’t have come here before the competition starts. I’m only asking for trouble.

“Mr. Tristan, I’ve asked someone to prepare some food. You should have some.” Lily actually

personally delivered the food just to have a glimpse of Tristan.

“Leave it there. I’m not free to eat now,” Tristan uttered indifferently without even looking at what she

had prepared.

“Oh, okay.”

Lily dared not pester him in front of so many people. Thus, she placed the food down and left.

Intrigued, Sophie peered at the food Lily had prepared. They were all food that Tristan liked; it seemed

like Lily was serious about him.

“Why don’t you have some? Ms. Sanders has already prepared them, anyway,” Sophie suggested. She

was not a petty person, after all.

Tristan was not attracted to Lily, so it was pointless no matter how hard the latter tried.

“I don’t feel like eating.”

He wasn’t hungry, and the thought that the food was prepared by Lily made him lose his appetite.

“What’s this? Why are you behaving this way? I never said anything to stop you from eating it.”

“But I want you to. Sophie, you’ll soon be married to me. Aren’t you jealous that another woman’s

treating me well so brazenly?” Tristan’s tone was laced with disappointment.

His reaction amused her so much that she almost burst out laughing.

“I am mad! Of course, I am! Don’t worry. I’ll win both the race and the fight as a reminder for her to

never mess with my man.”

“My man…” Tristan repeated.

He loved that phrase. That’s right. I’m Sophie’s man!

Since both Tristan and Sophie refused to touch the food Lily brought, Bertram quickly ordered

something else

When the food arrived, Tristan carried Sophie out of the race car.

“Eat something. There’s still an hour until the race starts Besides, you’ve already won the first round.

You can just have fun in the race,” he said.

“Yeah, I know,” Sophie responded, aware of the current state of affairs. There would not be any

problems for her

While Felix and Ysabelle were eating, Ysabelle saw the couple coming their way and quickly shifted to

make room for them.

“The food Bert prepared is delicious. You should eat more so you’ll have more energy in the afternoon,

Sophie.”

“All right.”

They had some fruit after lunch, and soon, Sophie was feeling sleepy. The weather tended to make

people feel drowsy.

It was almost time for the race. Since there would not be enough time to go home and come back,

Sophie decided to lean on Tristan’s shoulder to take a nap.

The sun was shining rather brightly that day, so Tristan requested a towel which he used to wipe off her

sweat whenever needed. He was absolutely attentive to her needs.

The entire scene moved Ysabelle to the core. How can a man so amazing exist in this world? I mean,

he’s even willing to go to such lengths to take care of her!

“Uncle Tristan’s so patient. Back then, I really thought he’d be single forever. Who would’ve thought

he’d meet Sophie? He treats her like she’s the most precious thing on earth,” she remarked.

A deep-seated sense of threat flooded Felix’s heart, even though the man Ysabelle praised was her

uncle. He placed his hands on her shoulder and asked, “I treat you well, too, don’t I? I love you,

Ysabelle.”

Ysabelle’s heart melted as she shifted her gaze to Felix.

“Of course, you treat me well, too. Why do you think I chose you when I had so many pursuers?”

Felix let out a hum of acknowledgment. “Remember, Ysabelle. You can only be mine in this lifetime.”

“Yes, I know.”

Sophie woke up around twenty minutes later and looked at the time to find that the competition was

starting soon.

She felt a little irritated. To be more specific, it was the annoying weather that made it hard for her to

cheer up.

“What’s wrong? Are you unwell?”

“I’m fine. I’m going to pop by the washroom,” informed Sophie. Her monthlies were supposed to be

arriving tomorrow, but she already felt something was off.

Sure enough, she found that her monthlies had arrived earlier than expected when she checked herself

in the washroom.