Charlie River opened the car door, and Thomas Shannon bent down to get in the car. He picked up a bottle of water, twisted the cap open, and was just about to drink when he noticed her watching him. He paused, "Do you want some?"
Sophie Sullivan shook her head, looking at Thomas Shannon suspiciously, "What did you say to my Daddy and Mommy?"
Thomas Shannon drank a sip of water, moistening his throat, before leisurely replying, "I asked Uncle and Auntie when they’d let you marry me. If it rains today, they won’t. If it doesn’t, they’ll give you to me."
Utter nonsense!
Sophie Sullivan’s eyes showed deep disdain. She didn’t need to think to know he was teasing her again.
"What’s that look?" Thomas Shannon capped the bottle and casually set down the water, then pinched her chin.
He brought her head close, examining her carefully for a while. Her reddened eyes were gradually recovering.
The nasal sound from crying sadness was gone too.
Apparently, she’s quite good at regulating her emotions, needing no guidance from him.
Sophie Sullivan pouted slightly, almost an instinctive little move, "A look of disdain for you."
Unable to resist, Thomas Shannon kissed her, not deeply, just a taste. Sophie Sullivan looked at him with renewed disdain, "Thomas Shannon, why do you like kissing so much?"
"You don’t like it?"
"..." It’s not that I don’t like it; everything should be done in moderation.
If he overdoes it, liking will soon turn into disliking.
Thomas Shannon held her, his handsome face pressed against her smooth, soft cheek, gently rubbing, "Seeing you, I just want to hug you, kiss you. Who can blame our Fennie for being so adorable?"
"I’m not adorable."
"Then what are you?"
"I’m a goddess."
Thomas Shannon patted her head, his tone clearly coaxing, "Alright, Sophie the Goddess, we should return to the hotel."
"No, I should be going back."
Thomas Shannon gradually released her, his expression cooling a bit, "Where are you going back to?"
"Back to the manor. I left last night, and Gaby must be upset." Thinking how she only took Harry and left Gaby behind, Gaby would definitely be angry.
She needs to return to soothe Gaby.
Plus, Isabel is still in the manor’s basement. As her cousin sister, she ought to check on her.
If she doesn’t see her current miserable state, how would it justify the hurts she’s suffered?
"I’ll go back with you." Thomas Shannon had already decided, and there was no way he’d let her return alone.
Who knows what Lucifer is like? He let her leave last night, but tonight might be different.
Moreover... Harry isn’t around, and he’s worried something might happen between Sophie and Lucifer that he wouldn’t know about.
So he must accompany her back personally.
Sophie Sullivan shrank suddenly to the edge of the car door, extending her index finger and waving it side to side in front of Thomas Shannon’s eyes, "No way, Lucifer doesn’t like you, so you can’t go. Besides, you accompanying me back, what does that mean?"
"I’m your husband." Thomas Shannon pressed his thin lips tightly, unabashedly.
His gaze slowly moved down, landing on her lower abdomen. Inside, his precious daughter might already be quietly growing.
Sophie Sullivan was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard she tightly covered her stomach with her hand, doubling over, "Thomas Shannon, stop joking. When did you become my husband? Quit adding drama for yourself."
Add drama for himself?
Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, turning his head to look at the swiftly retreating scenery outside the car window.