Who would be willing to endure that painful punishment?
"You're quite clever at looking out for yourself."
Pushing her body away from him, Thomas Shannon got ashore, took the bathrobe from the servant, and casually draped it over himself.
Sophie Sullivan swam up to the shore herself, took a towel from the servant's hand, and eagerly approached Thomas Shannon.
"Young Master, let me dry your hair for you."
As Thomas Shannon drank water, he neither agreed nor disagreed.
Taking his silence as consent, Sophie Sullivan put her fawning skills on full display.
Her gaze fell on his hand; his wound had been treated with waterproof measures, so swimming wouldn't cause infection.
Sophie Sullivan stretched out her index finger and gently touched it. "Does it hurt?"
She'd heard from the servants that when he pulled his hand out, it was already crushed and mangled.
It seemed she really had bitten too hard!
