"That's the initial of Young Madam's name that you tattooed for her."
Thomas Shannon: "..."
Hit with 10,000 points of critical damage!
To regain some face, Thomas Shannon snorted coldly and stubbed out the cigarette butt, "So it seems that woman is really blind!"
If even he isn't good enough for her, what else could it be but blindness?
Charlie River: "..."
Young Master, better say less of this topic. If the Young Madam finds out... you'll be in trouble.
A soft knock at the door, followed by Snowball's tiny voice, "Daddy, story time."
Thomas Shannon immediately picked up the air freshener on the table, sprayed it a few times in the air, letting the faint lemon scent envelop him, and then responded, "Daddy's coming right away."
He opened the study door, and Little Snowball spread her arms, asking for a hug.
Thomas Shannon bent down and picked her up. The little fellow in pink pajamas felt soft and sweet like a cotton candy.
"Did you drink your milk?"
Snowball nodded.
