The air, for a brief moment, seemed to stand still.
Thomas Shannon turned his head slowly, his dark eyes shining like obsidian. They were also as mysterious as the abyssal depths of the breakless ocean. It was impossible to guess or see even a fraction of his true emotions.
Sophie Sullivan crinkled her nose awkwardly and changed the subject. "Aren't you rather idle? Then help me peel shrimp."
Thomas Shannon was silent.
Everyone broke into a cold sweat for Sophie; she was simply courting death.
However, to everyone's shock, Young Master Shannon actually began to peel the shrimp himself!
This incredibly noble man was actually peeling shrimp for a woman with his own hands?
Taking it for granted, Sophie enjoyed Thomas Shannon's services. "Dip it in some sauce."
Thomas Shannon said nothing.
Sophie pursed her lips slightly. "Hurry up, I'm hungry."
Thomas Shannon suppressed the rising irritation in his chest, peeled a shrimp, dipped it in sauce, and fed it to her.
