"You’re not allowed to wear this one."
"If not this one, then which skirt do you think I should wear?"
Thomas Shannon rummaged through the wardrobe and eventually found a black long skirt, conservative enough to only reveal the neck, arms, and ankles.
"I don’t want to wear this one, pick another." With her arms crossed over her chest, Sophie Sullivan coldly refused.
Thomas Shannon held the skirt, a smile hooking his lips, "Fennie, the person you need to please is . I say you look good in this one, so you wear this one."
"What’s so good about it?" Clearly, the one she picked earlier looked better. Was there sothing wrong with his taste?
Thomas Shannon began to peel off her howear, "Wearing sothing so pretty in front of other n, are you considering dead?"
Sophie Sullivan was tickled by his touch, laughing and wriggling away, "Thomas Shannon, admit it, you’re just a jar of jealousy!"
Too lazy to deny it, Thomas Shannon urged her, "Stop talking, Bay King is arriving soon."
Alright, considering he was being jealous, Sophie had no choice but to comply.
After changing into the skirt, Sophie twirled in front of him, the skirt hem drawing a wave-like arc in the sky.
"Does it look good?"
Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed tightly, damn it!
Even though the skirt was conservative enough, it still looked beautiful on her.
The only flaw was probably the thick gauze on her face slightly showing bloodstain, covering half her face.
Thomas Shannon coughed lightly, grasped her hand, and led her, "Let’s go."
His deep voice carried a hint of anger.
Sophie Sullivan was puzzled, "Thomas Shannon, are you angry again?"
Sophie found that Thomas Shannon was like soone who had swallowed explosives, easily exploding at the smallest provocation.
Now it’s even more baffling, she had no idea what she’d done to make him angry.
Thomas Shannon pinched her hand, speaking harshly, "Really want to hide you in my pocket."
Hearing this, Sophie’s heart filled with joy, "You just think I’m beautiful, Thomas Shannon, don’t you think I’m especially beautiful?"
"..."
"You don’t have to say it, I know, in your heart I’m the most beautiful."
"..."
"Thomas Shannon, slow down, my skirt hem is too long, I’m going to fall."
The next second, her body was suddenly lifted into the air, she was already being carried by Thomas Shannon.
Like carrying a child, he held her with one arm, "Behave yourself."
Sophie clung to his neck, humming twice, "You’re bullying , I’m going to let Gaby bite you."
With a bit of bickering, they went downstairs.
Just as they sat down, the butler ca to report, "Young Master, Young Master Benson and Miss Linda are here."
"Invite them in."
"Yes, Young Master."
The butler led Edward Benson and Linda inside, Edward looked at Sophie with concern, "Maniac, are you feeling better?"
"Much better, thank you for your concern." Sophie sat beside Thomas Shannon, a friendly smile curving her lips, "Sit down, make yourself at ho."
This sentence was said to Linda.
Edward tapped Linda’s hand on the back, signaling her not to be nervous, and then sat down.
Linda took out the small gifts she brought and put them on the tea table, "These are cookies that Bay King and I made together, hope you like them."
With great interest, Thomas Shannon teased Edward Benson, "I didn’t expect you to have such a leisure interest."
"Thomas, stop teasing ."
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