Sophie Sullivan couldn’t help but laugh again as she talked, holding the stair handrails, laughing so hard she could barely stand.
The doctors were on edge, this madman was adding fuel to the fire!
If Young Master didn’t skin them, this matter wouldn’t be concluded!
Thomas Shannon shot her a fierce glare with his cold eyes, then looked away, sitting down on the sofa. Sophie had laughed enough and caught her breath, before quickly coming to his side.
Just as she sat down next to him, Thomas Shannon shifted to the side, disdainfully.
Sophie refused to believe this, so she moved and moved, then sidled up to him again.
Thomas Shannon simply stood up and sat on the Opposite sofa.
Sophie was dumbfounded. Does he have to hold grudges like this?
So petty, not at all like a real man with grace and deanor.
Sophie snorted. If she easily admitted defeat, then he might as well have won.
She got up and quickly went to the Opposite sofa, sitting down before he could react, hugging his arm, refusing to let go.
"Let... go." her hand.
Before Thomas Shannon could finish, Sophie threateningly said, "If you reject again, don’t expect to touch later!"
To show her resolve, she added, "Not even a fingertip!"
Thomas Shannon: "..."
Seeing that he stopped struggling and didn’t shake her off, Sophie happily asked, "So, what’s the story?"
He suddenly started coughing up blood, giving her quite a scare. If he hadn’t pinched her leg under the dining table, she might have believed he was really poisoned and coughing blood.
At the golf course, Linda didn’t act, she thought Linda wouldn’t have another chance.
But just in case, she still directed the kitchen to serve dishes with food incompatibilities and foods like hyacinth bean that could cause poisoning, all displayed on the table.
No matter the situation, only when Linda had an incident, food poisoned, would she temporarily abandon the plan to assassinate Thomas Shannon.
Unexpectedly, she still miscalculated.
No one touched those dishes.
"Want to know?" Thomas Shannon turned his head, dropping his eyelids, glancing at her.
Sophie nodded, "I do!"
"Are you still going to laugh?"
"..." This man... how can he hold grudges more than her?
"Seems you don’t want to know." Thomas Shannon smiled slightly at the corner of the mouth.
Sophie snorted, reluctantly, "I won’t laugh anymore."
"What did you say? I can’t hear you."
"I said..." Sophie moved by his ear, angrily sighing, "I won’t laugh! I’m not laughing anymore, Thomas Shannon did you hear !"
Everyone watched this scene, all secretly exclaiming, the madman is really bold!
Thomas Shannon’s handso face darkened, about to get angry, Sophie’s red lips quickly pecked his handso face.
She withdrew her head, "Is this good enough?"
"I didn’t feel anything, try again." In one second Thomas Shannon was cured, feeling sowhat better.
"Hateful." Clearly just wants to take advantage of her!
"Want to or not? There’s only one chance, miss it, and don’t bla for not reminding you."
Kiss then kiss!
Sophie cradled his handso face, giving an auditory smack to that handso face, "Is that enough?"
Doctor: "..."
Oh my, such a show of affection...
Servant: "..."
So jealous of the madman, sob sob sob...
Man in black: "..."
We didn’t see anything.
Charlie River: "..."
Young Master, you’ve fallen too low!
Thomas Shannon wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace, Sophie like a snake-scared, "Thomas Shannon, your shirt is all bloody, let go of ."
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