Sophie Sullivan playfully scrutinized him up and down. Thomas Shannon stopped in front of her, the crisp scent of the man, mingled with the fragrance of a recent bath, wafted directly toward her.
"Maintain a safe distance, don’t get too close to me." Sophie instinctively stepped back.
"Meow." Harry lifted his furry head, and let out a howl at Thomas Shannon, squinting his round eyes.
It seemed like he was greeting them with a smile.
Sophie poked Harry’s head with her index finger, "You’re becoming quite the spirit."
Thomas Shannon chuckled lowly, finding it extremely amusing, "Maintain a safe distance, how much distance counts as safe, hmm?"
"Don’t come close to me."
"Ah..."
......
The next day, before Sophie even woke up, her cheek was patted.
She slowly opened her eyes, annoyed, and brushed away the bothersome hand, her voice soft from just waking up, "Thomas Shannon, you’re really annoying..."
"It’s not early anymore, get up quickly, we’re going to see your Daddy and Mommy later."
His words shocked away her sleepiness immediately, Sophie rubbed her drowsy eyes and asked in disbelief, "Thomas Shannon, you’re not joking, are you?"
The man, already washed and dressed, leisurely fastening the buttons of his black shirt, slightly raised his bright brow, "Do I look like I’m joking?"
"You do." Sophie nodded seriously.
Early in the morning, was he trying to scare her to death?
See her Daddy and Mommy. She hasn’t even gone to see them yet, so how come he’s justified in wanting to see her Daddy and Mommy first.
No, absolutely not.
Though she was usually a bit arrogant, a bit bossy, okay, and a bit spoiled, she couldn’t bring herself to do something so morally unacceptable, she dared not go before her Daddy’s grave.
Because she has no face...
Her fiance was chosen by herself at that time, insisted on marrying him, now she’s publicly cheating, and the male mistress wants justifiably to see her Daddy. Even with a hundred guts, she wouldn’t dare.
She’s afraid her Daddy might come to her dreams at night to settle accounts with her.
Thomas Shannon leaned over, extended his index finger, and jabbed gently at her soft cheek, his cold eyes narrowing with a faint gleam of cold light, "Sophie, don’t play dumb, I’m not joking with you. Since you didn’t tell me what kind of flowers your Mommy likes, I took the liberty of having Charlie River buy Hibiscus flowers. Since your name is Fennie, I believe your Mommy likes Hibiscus too."
He actually seriously followed through!
Sophie bounced up from the bed, slapping away his handsome face with one hand, shaking her head vigorously, "Thomas Shannon, stop messing around."
"I’m not messing around." Coming to Country F, emotionally and logically, it’s appropriate to visit the in-laws.
"I’m not going." Sophie expressed outright refusal on her face.
"Really not going?"
Sophie shook her head like a rattle with her black long hair cascading lazily and messily around her waist.
Those dreamy beautiful eyes now held a bit of confusion and a hint of playful coquettishness.
Thomas Shannon raised one leg, kneeling on the mattress, reaching out to grab her, "Fennie..."
"Ah... don’t come over here! Help, someone is assaulting me!"
Thomas Shannon watched as Sophie joyfully fluttered on the bed, curling his lips into a smile, the large body suddenly pounced onto her.
Thud!
Her head was knocked lightly, Sophie held her head and glared at him.
He looked down at her, seized her chin with one hand, "Going or not going?"
"Not going." Sophie’s rosy lips crisply popped out two words.
Truly made Thomas Shannon’s heart, liver, and lungs ache, he snarled angrily, "If you’re not going, I’ll deal with you. Going or not?"
Sophie closed her eyes, giving up the struggle, simply lay flat, "You go ahead, I’m not going."
Thomas Shannon: "..."
She’d rather go through something once than go see her Daddy and Mommy.
It seems she still holds a place for Liam Donald in her heart.
Thomas Shannon’s teeth itched with hatred, but he couldn’t do anything to her, bowing his head, pinching her jaw, Thomas Shannon murmured gloomily, "You need to compensate me."
"How to compensate?"
"Think for yourself." Thomas Shannon gradually lifted his head, his gaze extremely resentful.
How to compensate him, does she need him to spell it out? She couldn’t use her own brains?
Sophie turned her face, successfully breaking free from his grasp, rubbed her aching cheek, she thought for a moment, "A hug?"
"No."
"Cook you a meal?"
"Fennie, it’s not that I’m rejecting you, but do you have no self-awareness about your cooking skills? Others make food, but what you make is poison." The kind that causes food poisoning.