Nowhere to hide.
Sophie Sullivan’s heart sank abruptly. She steeled herself to continue, "I like you. I don’t want to leave you."
Like?
How many tis have I heard those words from her little mouth?
Thomas Shannon scoffed, his sleepiness slowly dissipating. "Maniac, do you know what your expression, your eyes are telling ?"
"What?"
His voice was low and hoarse, laced with an irresistible, seductive allure. "You wish you could kill ."
Sophie Sullivan gasped. She instinctively pressed closer into his embrace. "How do you know? What if your feeling is wrong?"
Still so stubborn.
Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, pushing away the body that was clinging to him. "Behave."
"No, I want you to hold while we sleep." Sophie Sullivan acted like a little rascal, insisting on snuggling into his arms.
Her soft body rubbing against his chest stirred a fire in Thomas Shannon.
Unable to bear it any longer, he slapped her pert bottom. "I’m not holding you. Get off."
Telling to get off just like that? Who does he think I am?
Sophie Sullivan ignored him. She lifted her little head, her rosy lips seizing the chance to kiss his.
The young woman didn’t know how to kiss; her skills were pitifully poor.
A chuckle escaped Thomas Shannon. His arm circled lazily around her waist. "Do you even know how to kiss?"
Sophie Sullivan retorted indignantly, "I do!"
"Kiss and show then."
A kiss it is!
Sophie Sullivan, drawing on the mories in her mind, mimicked his previous actions, kissing him timidly and carefully.
Thomas Shannon was torn between amusent and exasperation. He raised his hand and gently patted her head. "If you don’t understand, just ask. If you ask with an open mind, I’ll teach you. Understand?"
Panting from exhaustion, Sophie Sullivan lay limply on his chest. "No more kissing. It’s no fun."
Her chin was suddenly seized, forcing her head up. As she lifted her eyelids, she t his deep, fathomless eyes.
Thomas Shannon’s voice was hoarse, his eyes tinged with desire. "I’ll teach you."
"Mmph..."
Their lips and tongues intertwined in an intensely passionate, wet kiss...
Snuggled in Thomas Shannon’s arms, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart by her ear, Sophie Sullivan completely let down her guard.
She closed her eyes peacefully and drifted off to sleep.
Thomas Shannon gently brushed her hair aside with one hand, revealing half of her disfigured face. His fingertips traced over it lightly.
The scars were uneven, the texture extrely unpleasant to the touch.
This face... restoring it... it might take a very long ti.
Considering she’s been relatively well-behaved, I’ll let her experience what it’s like for an ugly duckling to beco a swan.
「 」
Minimus Hart knelt on the carpet, her head bowed, her hands resting respectfully on her knees.
The man standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to her, possessed a tall and slender figure that exuded a proud, cold indifference.
Twenty minutes passed. Thomas Shannon had neither asked nor said anything.
He just made Minimus Hart kneel, and her heart pounded with anxiety.
Could it be that maniac said sothing to him? Is that why I’m being punished?
Her legs were already gradually going numb. She lifted her head. "Young Master, you..."
"Hmm?" Thomas Shannon nonchalantly flicked the ash from his cigarette.
"Young Master, do you have any instructions?"
Minimus Hart heard an icy sneer. She quickly lowered her head again, averting her gaze.
Turning around, Thomas Shannon walked over to her. Looking down at the woman kneeling at his feet, he spoke in a deep voice, "Lift your head."
Minimus Hart slowly raised her head, her gaze soft and timid. "Young Master."
"Don’t you have anything to say to ?"
"What are you referring to?"
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