The chatter in her ears was endless and incessant.
Thomas Shannon could no longer bear it. He pushed her down onto the bed with one hand, angrily growling, "What do you want to say in the end?!"
Feeling guilty, Sophie Sullivan coughed lightly. "I mean, Young Master, could you let someone bring me breakfast?"
Thomas Shannon: "..."
"I feel so weak all over..."
Thomas Shannon: "..."
"Young Master, please?" Sophie mustered her strength and played coy.
She despised herself inwardly, putting on a smiling face and clinging to his arm.
She thought she could easily achieve her goal, but she didn't expect...
Thomas Shannon, this guy… was not seduced at all!
She was ruthlessly pushed away. Thomas Shannon sat up abruptly, his eyes deep and carrying a hint of unfathomable depth that others couldn't detect. "Have I not told you that your ugly face is not suitable for acting spoiled?"
Sophie Sullivan: "..."
That's enough!
A personal attack first thing in the morning.
