As soon as she finished speaking, her nightgown was violently torn apart by the man.
...
After washing up, she went downstairs. Sophie Sullivan, with one hand wrapped around Thomas Shannon’s arm, rested her entire body weight on him. Her steps were slow as she went down the stairs, each one causing her legs to tremble.
"Shut up! I don’t want to hear you speak!" As soon as the words left her mouth, Sophie Sullivan realized how hoarse her voice was.
"You’re the one who should shut up. The mont you open your mouth, everyone will know you were screaming too enthusiastically earlier and made your throat sore."
Sophie Sullivan felt like she had taken 10,000 points of critical damage, all dealt by the culprit himself.
Annoyed, she reached out and pinched him hard on the waist. Through his shirt, she accurately grabbed the soft flesh there and twisted it clockwise.
Feeling the pain, Thomas Shannon’s bright brow suddenly furrowed. Sophie Sullivan laughed with satisfaction. "Quick, help to the Restaurant. I’m hungry."
Her proud expression made her look like a swan. The line of her throat, from her delicate chin downwards, was incredibly beautiful.
Thomas Shannon suddenly couldn’t help but lean down and press a kiss to her beautiful neck.
Sophie Sullivan winced in pain and raised her hand to push him away. "Thomas Shannon, you’re in heat again!"
Thomas Shannon looked up, his handso face re inches away. He smirked, a wicked charm flaring to life. "In heat?"
His hand caressed the kiss mark he had just made, then moved up to pinch her delicate chin. Lowering his head, he lightly bit her soft lips, whispering, "Being in heat would an I’d already taken you. This, at most, can only be considered flirting."
Minimus Hart stood at the bottom of the staircase. Behind her stood a row of maids, their hands clasped before them, heads bowed respectfully. The couple’s words seed to grow wings and fly into her ears.
Minimus Hart felt intensely jealous. She spoke with a smile, "Young Master, breakfast is ready. Would you like to start the al now?"
Her voice successfully caught Thomas Shannon’s attention. He released Sophie Sullivan. His eyes, as deep as a breakless ocean, glanced at her, and he nodded lightly. "Mhm."
"Alright, I’ll go prepare it now." Minimus Hart nodded with a smile and turned to enter the kitchen.
Sophie Sullivan glanced at Minimus Hart’s retreating back. That woman certainly knows how to make her presence felt.
After breakfast, Sophie Sullivan went to the dical office to have Old Mr. Standford examine her face.
「dical Office.」
George Stanford was engrossed in his dical studies when he heard a knock on the door. Without lifting his head, he said, "Co in."
Sophie Sullivan sat down on the chair in front of his desk and tapped the table surface. "Old Mr. Standford, take a look at ."
Hearing her voice, George Stanford said irritably, "Fiona, be quiet. I’m busy."
"What are you busy with? It doesn’t look like you’re doing anything serious to ."
George Stanford finally lifted his gaze from the dical book. He glared at Sophie Sullivan. "Are you deliberately trying to find fault with ?"
Sophie Sullivan put on a smile. "Of course not. I wouldn’t dare! I’m just eager to please you. Quick, take a look at my face and see how it’s healing."
"What’s the rush? It won’t heal that quickly!" George Stanford waved his hand impatiently, starting to shoo her away.
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