"So thoughtful?"
Thomas Shannon's dark eyes stared at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Sophie Sullivan nodded without embarrassment. "Go ahead and try it."
Under her expectant gaze, Thomas Shannon picked up the fruit juice, but instead of drinking it himself, he changed direction and brought it to her lips.
"A reward for you. Drink up."
Sophie's red lips parted slightly, a fleeting glimmer of interest deep in her eyes vanishing so quickly it was almost impossible to catch.
"Young Master, care for a sip?"
She pressed the cup firmly against his thin lips, then gave it a sharp push. He was forced to tilt his head back and, caught off guard, took a gulp.
Thomas Shannon furrowed his brow deeply. The expression on his handsome face was beyond awful, a mix of horror and pain.
Charlie River hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it to him. "Young Master, please rinse your mouth."
