Thomas Shannon frowned slightly. "Are you an idiot?"
"Thomas Shannon, you..." Sophie trailed off. Did you take the wrong dicine?
A flash of impatience crossed Thomas Shannon’s eyes. "Do you want to feed you?"
Sophie Sullivan wanted to verify a bold speculation in her heart, so she nodded.
"You feed ."
Though Thomas Shannon looked impatient, he still helped her sit up, letting her lean against him. He held the water cup to her lips. "Drink."
After drinking most of the water, Sophie shook her head. "That’s enough."
He removed the cup from her lips and drained the remaining water.
So much for being a clean freak.
Sophie Sullivan seriously wondered if Thomas Shannon’s clean-freak nature could just vanish at any mont.
"What are you looking at?"
Thomas Shannon put the cup on the bedside table, lay down next to her, and pulled her soft body into his embrace.
Before, he had always found won botherso. Just like the won around William Guillen, they were either clingy or constantly scheming for resources, luxurious mansions, and luxury cars. They were materialistic to an extre.
He never knew that being with another person could feel so wonderful. So wonderful... that he found himself sowhat addicted.
The faint, unique scent emanating from her—her natural body fragrance—was sothing Thomas Shannon adored. It was an indescribably refreshing and heart-gladdening sensation.
Sophie squinted her beautiful eyes playfully as she studied him, her fingertips mischievously tracing the contours of his handso face. "Thomas Shannon, you like ."
It was a statent, not a question. She was certain that Thomas Shannon liked her. She couldn’t explain why, but Sophie was confident that her guess was correct.
Thomas Shannon chuckled. "What makes you think so?"
"A feeling... And, you poured water for just now."
"Just that?" She’s a little too confident, isn’t she? Daring to conclude he likes her based on re feelings? Thomas Shannon thought.
Sophie nodded seriously. "Isn’t that enough to prove it?"
"So what if I do? So what if I don’t?" Thomas Shannon didn’t answer directly, offering an ambiguous response instead.
"If you like , I can be bolder. If you don’t, I’ll just have to be more restrained."
It was the truth, the absolute truth!
Hearing her ntion being ’restrained,’ Thomas Shannon scoffed. He grasped her delicate chin, tilting it slightly from side to side. "Restrained? You?"
"What? You an, you don’t like ?"
"Stop ssing around." Thomas Shannon patted the back of her hand, signaling her to pull it away and stop her antics.
But Sophie Sullivan didn’t budge. Her index finger trailed down to his chest. Lifting her beautiful eyes to et his, she gently poked his chest with her fingertip, determined to get a satisfying answer. "You still haven’t told . Do you like or not?"
"No."
"Liar!" Sophie’s voice rose unconsciously as she vehently denied it.
How could he not like her? If he didn’t like her, then what did all his actions an? Surely Young Master Shannon hadn’t suddenly developed a charitable streak, deciding to perform a daily good deed?
"You’re not . How would you know if I’m lying?" Thomas Shannon found it amusing. Who gave her this confidence? So certain?
Sophie propped herself up on his chest with both hands. She pursed her lips, mulling it over for a mont before devising a plan—admittedly, not a very good one. "Unless you swear on your own life that you don’t like , I won’t believe you."
"Swear what?"
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