"Fennie, you’re the Little Princess of Oil. Only you crush others; no one crushes you."
Thomas Shannon said this with conviction. The formidable aura emanating from him was so compelling that no one dared to question him.
Sophie Sullivan loved hearing this! She was instantly appeased by Thomas Shannon.
"Feeling a little happier now?"
Thomas Shannon held her chin with one hand, tilting it gently from side to side.
Sophie rose onto her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed a light peck onto his thin lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface.
Her initiative in kissing him made Thomas Shannon raise his eyebrows in surprise. Before she could pull away, his large palm cupped the back of her head, pressing her closer.
He seized the initiative, kissing her fiercely.
"Mmph..."
Their lips and tongues intertwined, a tender, lingering caress.
After a long kiss, Thomas Shannon rested his forehead against hers, his breathing heavy. "Accompany to the banquet tonight, hmm?"
"Seeing as you’ve managed to cheer up, I’ll go with you."
"So, should I be thanking you then?"
Before Sophie Sullivan could speak, her red lips were captured once more by the man’s searingly hot, thin lips.
His advances grew more intense; even his kisses conveyed his dominance and assertiveness.
Sophie Sullivan lted under his kisses, her body pliant as water, and she nestled softly in his embrace.
When Thomas Shannon finally let her go, she was gasping for breath. She raised her rosy fists and shyly thumped his hard chest a couple of tis. "You brute."
"Our Mum said this is normal playfulness."
’Our Mum’? Shaless! Who did he think he was, calling her mother ’Our Mum’? That was *her* mother, okay! And no, her mother had never said anything like that!
"Shall I carry you back in my arms, or on my back?" Thomas Shannon asked teasingly, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe.
Judging by her appearance, she no longer seed to have the strength to walk back.
Sophie Sullivan huffily thumped him again with a rosy fist. "On your back."
The man released her and crouched down, his tall fra before her, his broad back presented to her. He turned his head slightly, his handso profile catching her in his peripheral vision. "Hop on."
Sophie Sullivan smiled faintly and clambered onto his back. Thomas Shannon stood up and carried her back to the castle.
* * *
In the dical office, Minimus Hart, who had been lying in her room, had secretly returned to the backyard last night under the cover of darkness.
She searched the place where she had hidden the antidote several tis but couldn’t find it.
She sank down at the base of a tree, utterly drained.
Impossible! She had clearly buried George Stanford’s antidote underground. How could it be missing?
To ensure she hadn’t mistaken the spot, she dug in a circle around the tree as the central point.
She dug an entire circle, expanding the search area, but still found no trace of the antidote.
Minimus Hart was completely stunned. She sat on the ground, various possibilities racing through her mind.
The antidote had been stolen! George Stanford had been saved. Was it possible that no one had actually developed an antidote, but rather Sophie Sullivan had stolen *her* antidote? No... perhaps it wasn’t Sophie. Soone else must have stolen the antidote. If Sophie had indeed stolen it, she wouldn’t have initially resorted to such extre asures to force to hand it over. So... that left only one possibility. The master of this grand manor, Thomas Shannon.
At this thought, Minimus Hart shuddered. She had always believed her actions were perfectly concealed, that she had destroyed every trace. No one should have been able to trace it back to her. But she had forgotten just what kind of person her Young Master was. Trying to hide anything from him was nigh impossible.
She had been making her little moves in secret.
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