His long arm reached out, clutching her slender waist and pulling her tightly into his embrace. He pressed her against the wall, trapping her between the wall and his body, leaving her with no escape.
Sophie raised her head and saw the man’s beautifully contoured jaw. Annoyed, she said, "Thomas Shannon, let go."
"Are you ordering ?"
Thomas Shannon held her delicate chin with one hand. "I’m not one to enjoy being ordered around," he said gradually. "You’d better rember that."
"What if I don’t?" Sophie challenged.
If she doesn’t rember? That’s easy enough to handle...
Thomas Shannon lifted her chin. He bent down, his scorching thin lips precisely capturing hers.
Pain shot through her. Sophie pressed both hands against his chest, continuously trying to push him away. "MMH... bastard..."
"Still have the strength to curse?" he murmured. "It seems I haven’t pleasured you enough."
Thomas Shannon deepened the kiss.
Sophie raised her foot and stomped hard on his.
The man finally released her, but his deep, dark eyes, now tinged with intense desire, stared at her even more profoundly, like fire, as if wanting to devour her.
"You bastard!" Sophie, still not appeased, stomped on his foot again.
Thomas Shannon’s face darkened. "Had enough stomping?" he asked calmly.
"Not enough!"
Thomas Shannon grabbed the woman, who was thrashing like a defiant little beast. He pulled her into his embrace, his large palm patting her a few tis. "Behave," he said. "I’m hungry."
Sophie’s eyes widened, disbelief filling their beautiful, dazed depths. "You... beast!"
"What unhealthy thoughts are running through that mind of yours?" he chided. "I said my stomach is hungry. Where did your thoughts wander?"
Sophie was speechless.
Thomas Shannon, you utter bastard!
As he led her out of the dical office, Sophie continued to struggle, showing a rather indomitable spirit.
Thomas Shannon lowered his head, his thin lips barely brushing the top of her hair in a kiss. His deep voice carried a hint of chill. "Don’t fidget. Be careful, play with fire and you’ll burn yourself."
She knew he always followed through on his words. Fearing his animalistic instincts would flare up and he would do sothing shaful to her right there, Sophie had no choice but to bottle her indignation and leave the dical office with him.
「They returned to the ancient castle.」
It was already ten o’clock in the morning. After all the turmoil, Thomas Shannon was indeed famished, having waited so long for breakfast.
Minimus Hart watched them return, a polite smile on his face. "Young Master, would you like to begin your al now?"
"Yes."
Thomas Shannon kept his gaze forward as he walked into the Restaurant, still holding Sophie. Seeing Minimus Hart, Sophie’s already bleak mood worsened.
They took their seats inside the Restaurant. Sophie sat expressionless and motionless. A servant brought a hot towel for them to clean their hands. Thomas Shannon unhurriedly wiped his, then noticed she hadn’t moved. Her gaze was fixed on a certain spot, as if in deliberate, silent protest against him.
A faint curve touched Thomas Shannon’s lips. "I’ll do it."
"Yes, Young Master." The servant handed over the clean hot towel.
Thomas Shannon took one of Sophie’s hands. Holding the hot towel in his other, he carefully began to wipe her tiny hand, so fair and slender. The soft, warm towel moved gently over each of her fingers.
Sophie shifted her gaze from the spot and looked at Thomas Shannon. His movents were incredibly gentle.
It was as if... he were handling the most precious porcelain.
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