Thomas Shannon slowly picked up the clean chopsticks, refusing to answer this question.
"Pretentious," Sophie Sullivan snorted, taking back her chopsticks and continuing to eat.
Harry jumped onto Sophie’s lap, raising two claws, wanting to play with her.
Busy filling her stomach, Sophie Sullivan looked down and glared at it. "Get lost."
"OW!" Harry had grown used to throwing his weight around inside the castle. Besides his master, no one dared to be fierce with him.
eting Sophie made Harry begin to doubt his cat life.
"Cry one more ti and I’ll kill you and make you into Stew Soup."
Harry instantly bristled, turned, and jumped into Thomas’s embrace, cowering into a ball.
Thomas Shannon put down his chopsticks, slightly annoyed. "Maniac..."
Raising a hand, Sophie didn’t even give him a glance. "Don’t speak. If there’s any matter, wait until I finish eating."
Sophie finished her al with satisfaction. She rubbed her round little belly, leaned her body against the chair back, and exhaled.
Having irregular als was so torturous!
Thomas Shannon picked up a napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth and scoffed, "Follow ."
The man stood up and left the table. Sophie stared blankly, not moving. That little scamp Harry was lying on Thomas Shannon’s shoulder, howling viciously at her.
The footsteps gradually faded away.
Charlie River approached her, coldly warning, "Didn’t you hear what Young Master said? Or do I have to carry you out?"
Sophie lazily lifted her eyelids, glanced at him, and got up to walk outside on her own.
Inside the luxurious main hall, three won dressed in uniform stood respectfully with bowed heads.
Thomas Shannon sat with his legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingertips releasing misty smoke as he inhaled and exhaled.
"What are you waiting for? Co here."
Sophie took a few steps forward, staring suspiciously at him.
Thomas Shannon raised his hand, his deep eyes casually gazing at her face. "asure her."
"Yes, Young Master Shannon."
The three respectful won imdiately took action.
They began using a tape asure to take her BWH asurents, making notes.
"What’s going on here?"
Sophie’s arms were lifted. She moved hesitantly, but the won imdiately held her still, not allowing a single movent.
After taking down her asurents, the three won stepped back.
Sophie was clueless. What secret plan could this be?
"Young Master, do you have any other orders? If not, I will return to house arrest," Sophie emotionlessly stated and turned to leave, as if she had only co to eat and, now that the al was over, it was ti for her to go.
"Get back here!"
Sophie stopped in her tracks and turned. "You called?"
"If not you, am I calling the ntally handicapped?"
Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, his gaze stern and radiating an irresistible authority. "Co sit."
Dragging her feet, Sophie finally moved back and sat down on the sofa.
She played with her fingertips, bored, not deigning to give him a glance.
"Not happy about your house arrest?"
"How could I dare to be unhappy? If I were to displease you, Young Master, and you decided to starve for three full days and nights, it would be too late for to regret it."
His words were laced with insinuations.
Thomas Shannon brushed off the cigarette ash angrily, his voice cold. "Stop with your snide remarks. Tell , are you unhappy about it?"
"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"Are you asking a ridiculous question?"
Sophie nodded. So he wants to hear the truth.
"Since you want to hear the truth, all right, I’ll tell you. I’m not happy! I’m not happy at all!"
"Then you’ll just have to suck it up."
Sophie: "..."
Damn it!
"Go upstairs and wash off that stench." Thomas Shannon averted his gaze in disgust and lowered his eyes to play with Harry.
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