Thomas Shannon sat down next to Sophie Sullivan, raising his hand. Charlie River imdiately understood and signaled the waiter to remove all the food and tableware from the table.
"Keep company and eat a little, hmm?"
Thomas Shannon looked at her, his hoarse voice revealing a hint of fatigue.
Sophie Sullivan propped her chin with one hand, her gaze fixed sowhere, as if she hadn’t heard.
"Fennie, I haven’t eaten anything today." Thomas Shannon grasped her hand and pushed the nu towards her, "Help order sothing, I’m hungry."
He was quite justified.
Sophie Sullivan felt like laughing. She played with the corner of her mouth, watching him with interest. On his handso face, there was a faint touch of exhaustion.
His deep cold eyes were bloodshot.
He looked utterly tired.
"Will you eat whatever I order?" Her beautiful eyes twinkled with cunning.
Thomas Shannon pressed his thin lips tightly and nodded, "Mm."
Sophie Sullivan pulled away from his hand, lowered her head, and looked at the nu, "You said it yourself, don’t regret it later."
This is a fine dining restaurant that aims to satisfy the guests’ palates.
Sophie Sullivan flipped through the nu but couldn’t find any dishes to her satisfaction.
So she called the manager over and personally ordered so dishes that weren’t on the nu.
The manager smiled, showing a standard eight teeth, "Alright, alright, please wait, no problem."
After the manager left, Sophie Sullivan picked up the water cup and took a sip of water.
As soon as she put the water cup down, it was picked up by a hand. Thomas Shannon drank from where her red lips had touched.
"Shaless." Sophie Sullivan glanced at him casually.
Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, "How am I shaless, hmm?"
Sophie Sullivan couldn’t be bothered to pay him attention. The more she did, the more he enjoyed it.
Twenty minutes later, all the dishes Sophie Sullivan ordered were served.
The whole table was filled with dishes covered in red chilies, the air seed to carry an inextinguishable spicy aroma.
Thomas Shannon frowned tightly, just looking at it made his throat feel a burning pain.
Sophie Sullivan curled her lips and urged him, "Didn’t you say you were hungry? Hurry and eat while it’s hot."
Thomas Shannon: "..."
"Didn’t you say you’ll eat whatever I order? Thomas Shannon, a man should be true to his word."
"I didn’t say I wouldn’t eat." Thomas Shannon picked up the chopsticks, grabbed a piece of chopped pepper fish head, and put it in his mouth.
The tip of his tongue instantly felt the spicy heat that stimulated the taste buds, burning fire in his oral cavity.
Sophie Sullivan squinted her eyes and smiled lightly, her soft words colder than ice, "Don’t spit it out, you have to eat all of this."
Thomas Shannon closed his eyes and swallowed the food whole, "Get a cup of ice water."
"Yes." The waiter imdiately turned and went to prepare the ice water.
The whole table of dishes had to be dealt with by Thomas Shannon alone.
Sophie Sullivan propped her chin with one hand, watching leisurely as he ate with sweat pouring down his head, almost alternating between a mouthful of food and a mouthful of ice water.
Charlie River watched anxiously on the side, "Young Master, you can’t eat anymore. If this continues, you’ll ruin your stomach."
"Charlie, shut up!"
Thomas Shannon rebuked in a low voice, then continued.
Sophie Sullivan innocently raised her eyebrows, "Charlie, you saw it yourself, he’s eating on his own will. I didn’t force him."
"Maniac, you know why the young master is doing this. Just one word from you, and he won’t eat anymore. Don’t forget, the young master is still sick, and the doctor said he shouldn’t eat spicy food."
Sophie Sullivan turned a deaf ear, picking up a pair of chopsticks and a piece of chili, feeding it to his lips, "Thomas Shannon, will you eat it?"
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