What kind of man is Young Master? Such a man never lacks women. He's only nice to Sophie Sullivan because of her novelty. Once that wears off, let's see how arrogant she can be then!
「Later that night.」
Sophie Sullivan had taken a bath and watched a movie in her bedroom for a while before lying down.
She didn't know how long it had been when the bedroom door opened. Sophie Sullivan immediately closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Thomas Shannon closed the bedroom door behind him and strode towards her. Standing by the bed, the tall, commanding man cast a long shadow from the light, his lanky figure looming over her. The shadow fell directly onto her face. Sophie Sullivan held her breath, desperately wishing he would just go away. Any longer, and she'd give herself away.
"MEOW."
Suddenly, Harry meowed.
Sophie Sullivan's internal alarm bells blared; a sense of impending doom washed over her.
The next second, Harry's furry tail swept back and forth across her nose.
