Unknowingly, a little one snuggled peacefully in Sophie Sullivan’s embrace, its small belly exposed, still blissfully unaware.
Without having breakfast, Thomas Shannon headed straight to the K Group Headquarters.
Upon entering his office, Charlie River had also arranged for soone to bring breakfast over.
Thomas Shannon remained silent. Charlie River, holding the breakfast, said, "Young Master, you haven’t eaten anything. Please eat sothing."
"Get out!"
Charlie River lowered his head. Holding the tray, he turned and left.
It seed that this ti, the maniac had genuinely angered the Young Master.
Throughout the entire day, Thomas Shannon buried himself in demanding work, leaving no spare ti to think about Sophie Sullivan.
Deep in the night, all was quiet.
The fleet of cars returned to the manor, slowly stopping before the castle steps.
"Young Master, please be careful." Charlie River helped a slightly intoxicated Thomas Shannon out of the car.
Thomas Shannon’s shirt was disheveled, a few buttons undone, revealing a large expanse of his sexy, well-defined chest. His handso face was flushed with an alluring, drunken redness.
His cold eyes were hazy, his thin lips crimson, exuding an irresistible sexiness from every pore.
Thomas Shannon halted, steadied himself, and with one hand, flung off Charlie River’s arm. "Let go."
Charlie River could only release his hand and, standing by his side, followed him closely up the stairs.
In the brilliantly lit castle, servants were still on night duty. Hearing footsteps, one hurried over and said respectfully, "Young Master, you’ve returned."
Charlie River instructed a servant, "Go prepare so hangover soup."
"Yes."
The servant turned and headed into the kitchen.
Thomas Shannon’s tall figure ascended the stairs with slightly staggering steps and returned to the bedroom.
Pushing open the door, it wasn’t as dark as he had imagined. The light inside the bedroom was so brilliant it was almost blinding.
Wearing a sleep gown, arms crossed over her chest, an indifferent Sophie Sullivan sat on the sofa, looking at him with cold beauty.
Thomas Shannon was taken aback. The glacier in his cold eyes gradually lted. "Still awake? Waiting for ?"
His voice was hoarse, carrying a low, slightly intoxicated tone.
Sophie Sullivan sneered, her delicate chin lifting slightly. "Sit. Let’s talk."
Closing the door with a backhand motion, Thomas Shannon sat on the sofa opposite her. He casually crossed his long legs, one hand rubbing his temple. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Look at this. Familiar?"
Thomas Shannon tiredly raised his eyes. Seeing the USB drive in her hand, his handso face darkened, and his long, cold, narrow eyes narrowed slightly. "Fennie, stealing isn’t exactly an honorable act."
"Thomas Shannon, secretly filming isn’t the act of a real man either!" Sophie Sullivan stood up, walked over to him, her lips pressed tightly together, and raised her hand to slap his handso face.
Before her palm could touch his face, her wrist was intercepted in mid-air.
Thomas Shannon applied slight pressure, and Sophie Sullivan’s body was instantly pulled into his embrace, causing her to fall onto his lap.
Thomas Shannon reached to snatch the USB drive from her hand, but Sophie Sullivan clutched it tightly in her palm. "Let go of !"
"Fennie, be good, and I’ll treat you even better."
Thomas Shannon’s eyes turned slightly colder. "Give the USB drive."
"Dream on!"
Sophie Sullivan would not let him keep this item, which could beco leverage for him to threaten her.
She had to destroy it completely!
"Thomas Shannon, I never imagined you could be so shaless, to this extent! Perverted and despicable!"
Sophie Sullivan cursed angrily, "Tell , what other vile acts have you committed that I haven’t discovered?"
"Despicable?" Thomas Shannon sneered. With one hand, he gripped the back of her head, pulling her guarded face towards his. "What’s despicable about the passion between a man and a woman?!"
"Why did you film these things?"
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