She shot an innocent look at Charlie River, as if to say, "See? It’s your Young Master who’s refusing. Don’t bla then."
Charlie River was rendered speechless.
The group continued their trek deeper into the desert. Their pace was slow, but they refused to stop.
Sophie Sullivan encountered an embarrassing problem. She grabbed Thomas Shannon’s hand, her face tinged with embarrassnt.
"Maniac, let go."
"I won’t let go." She gripped his hand, tighter than ever.
"I need to drink water. If you don’t let go, are you planning to feed yourself?" Thomas Shannon joked, his voice lilting slightly with easily discernible amusent.
Sophie Sullivan glanced at him and temporarily released his hand, yet she still couldn’t help but urge, "Drink quickly. I have sothing to tell you once you’re done."
"What can’t you say now?" Thomas Shannon took the kettle Charlie River handed him, unscrewed it, and took a couple of sips.
Sophie Sullivan turned away awkwardly and humd.
After a few sips, Thomas Shannon handed the kettle back to Charlie River. He then grabbed Sophie Sullivan’s wrist and pulled her over to face him.
"Look at . Tell , what is it you wanted to say?"
Sophie Sullivan leaned close, tilted her head up, and lowered her voice. "I need to use the restroom."
"As you can see, there’s no restroom here." The corners of Thomas Shannon’s lips curled into a wickedly charming smile.
His indifferent attitude annoyed Sophie Sullivan. She grabbed his hand, tugging at his slender fingers. "What am I supposed to do? I can’t just hold it forever, can I?"
"Plead with . Perhaps I can co up with a solution."
Sophie Sullivan was speechless.
Damn it!
"How do you want to plead?" Sophie Sullivan couldn’t restrain herself any longer. She grabbed Thomas Shannon’s hand and started shaking it.
"You already know, don’t you?"
The man’s confident deanor was truly infuriating. It seed he had been waiting for this very mont to tornt her.
"Thomas Shannon, don’t push !"
Thomas Shannon lowered his head, chuckling softly as he unhurriedly pried her fingers from his. "Take your ti to consider. Let know when you have an answer."
The man coldly turned and walked away. Sophie Sullivan stood rooted to the spot, caught between a rock and a hard place. In the end, desperation got the better of her.
"I agree!" Sophie Sullivan yelled at his retreating figure. "I’ll agree to any of your conditions!"
That was exactly the sentence he had been waiting for. Thomas Shannon turned around, the corners of his lips curling into a roguish smirk. "You said it yourself."
Thomas Shannon called over a few n in black and whispered sothing to them. The n then dispersed to make preparations.
She was the only woman in the entire group.
Thomas Shannon had been very considerate. He had taken all potential issues of the desert environnt into account, so he had prepared a simple mobile restroom from the start.
In three minutes, a mobile restroom was set up. Sophie Sullivan was stunned but also quite satisfied; at least it looked quite secure, so there was no need to worry excessively. When you’re away from ho and conditions are limited, everything has to be kept simple.
Sophie Sullivan wasn’t fussy and was highly adaptable. But to agree to one of Thomas Shannon’s conditions just to use the restroom once—that was truly a raw deal! If only she had known, she wouldn’t have drunk so much water.
Standing outside the restroom, a faint smile playing on his lips, Thomas Shannon quietly asked, "Are you done?"
Sophie Sullivan’s slightly troubled voice sounded from inside, "How do I wash my hands?"
"There’s hand sanitizer. Can you see it?"
Reminded by Thomas Shannon, Sophie Sullivan finally noticed the hand sanitizer in an inconspicuous bag.
After washing her hands, she left the restroom.
"I’m done."
Thomas Shannon walked past her and entered the restroom.
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