"Do you want some more? I'll have Charlie River get you some from the arsenal?"
Sophie Sullivan was speechless.
Is he serious?!
Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, took some clean clothes from the wardrobe, and entered the bath chamber.
Seeing the mess on the ground in the bath chamber, Thomas Shannon couldn't bear it and roared, "You little lunatic!"
Sophie covered her ears. I can't hear, can't hear...
Soon, the man stormed out of the bath chamber, slamming the door behind him. He strode to the bedside and looked down at the culprit. "What on earth are you up to?"
Sophie opened her eyes slowly, blinking her dazed eyes. "I don't understand what you're saying."
"Still pretending?" Thomas Shannon grabbed her arm and yanked her from the bed. His cold eyes darkened, and his handsome face turned gloomy. "What kind of game are you playing?"
What game was she playing? She was just in a bad mood and wanted to smash something to vent. Was it really such a big deal?
