The man lying on the bed seed to be asleep. His head was tilted slightly to one side, his eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids.
Sophie Sullivan ca forward, gently fiddling with his long, dense eyelashes with her finger.
They felt soft yet sowhat firm—a strange sensation.
Sophie Sullivan withdrew her hand, picked up the wet towel, and bent over to wipe his face. It was unclear if he was unconscious from drunkenness, but the face-wiping went smoothly.
After rinsing the towel in the bath chamber, Sophie Sullivan ca out again to wipe his hands and feet. When it was all done, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The sll of alcohol on him seed to have dissipated sowhat, and only then did Sophie Sullivan lie down beside him.
With her back to Thomas Shannon, her head resting on her arm, she was lost in thought.
Thomas Shannon had saved her. It was truly beyond her expectations.
She suddenly turned, looked at Thomas Shannon, and poked his handso face. "Although you saved , you’ve also bullied many tis, so I won’t be grateful to you."
With that said, Sophie Sullivan felt tired too. She retracted her hand and turned off the lamp.
She fell soundly asleep.
「The next day.」
Sophie Sullivan was awakened by a heavy leg pressing on her.
She opened her eyes to see Thomas Shannon just a few centiters away.
She blinked and pushed him a couple of tis. "Thomas Shannon..."
The man holding her tightly in his embrace furrowed his brow, his voice thick with morning grumpiness and annoyance, "Be quiet."
Sophie Sullivan took a deep breath, gasping. "Let go! I can’t breathe."
Thomas Shannon, annoyed at being disturbed and unable to sleep peacefully, lifted his eyelids. His cold eyes held a trace of displeasure. "So delicate!"
"Try putting a large stone on your chest and see if you can sleep," Sophie Sullivan retorted, struggling to sit up.
Thomas Shannon rubbed his temples with one hand, suffering from a throbbing hangover headache.
He frowned, his handso face showing a hint of fatigue. "Maniac, co massage my head for a while."
"Let Charlie River do it." Sophie Sullivan got out of bed and went into the restroom.
Washing up only took her a few minutes. When she ca out of the restroom, there was no sign of Thomas Shannon on the bed.
She left the bedroom, puzzled. After searching for a while, she still didn’t see Thomas Shannon downstairs.
She asked the butler, "Where’s Thomas Shannon?"
The butler was quite displeased by her addressing the Young Master by his full na but was already too weary to correct her. "The Young Master had an urgent matter and left."
He left again... Would Minimus Hart make a move now that Thomas Shannon was gone? After all, she loved to target when Thomas Shannon wasn’t around. Minimus Hart, I’m waiting for you.
As for where Thomas Shannon had gone, Sophie Sullivan had no way of knowing, and the butler wouldn’t inform her.
By afternoon, when Minimus Hart began instructing the maids to clean the swimming pool, Sophie Sullivan tid it perfectly and began her ’episode.’
She saw a hint of panic in Minimus Hart’s eyes. Alia Shaw, having heard from the servants that the ’maniac’ was having an episode, imdiately ca over to watch the spectacle.
She wanted to witness firsthand how the ’maniac’ would dispose of Minimus Hart.
Sophie Sullivan stared fiercely at Minimus Hart, holding a pistol she had acquired from Thomas Shannon’s study.
She sneered, aiming the pistol’s muzzle at Minimus Hart and closing in step by step. "I’m going to kill you."
Minimus Hart retreated step by step, calmly and composedly instructing the n in black, "Restrain her! Lock her in the dark cell!"
The n in black advanced. Sophie Sullivan seized the mont to cock the pistol.
During this one-second opening, the n in black tackled her to the ground.
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