Sophie Sullivan shook her head fiercely—a silent refusal.
"Not yet?" Thomas Shannon's eyebrow tips lifted slightly, his eyes, their color tinged with a flickering desire.
"Mhm!" Sophie Sullivan nodded firmly.
Downstairs, she was purely trying to anger Amelia Shaw. She had no intention of offering herself, truly letting Thomas Shannon, that beast, have her.
"That's just perfect. I'll help you." Thomas Shannon was particularly enthusiastic about helping her with her bath. He completely abandoned the lofty demeanor of an arrogant noble young master, instead voluntarily rolling up his sleeves and approaching the bathtub.
"Thomas Shannon, don't you know it's inadvisable to exercise immediately after rice?" Sophie Sullivan placed both her hands over her chest, trying her utmost to extend the available length of time.
Thomas Shannon released Harry, walked to the edge of the bathtub, and looked down at her from his superior height. "Your reminder is unnecessary."
