A look of embarrassment flashed across the maid's face. As she raised her head, she saw Thomas Shannon striding in on his long legs.
The maid immediately bowed respectfully. "Young Master."
"Why are you standing there? Do as she says!"
The imposing air radiating from Thomas Shannon gave off an intimidating aura. The maid shivered and hurriedly nodded in agreement. "Yes... Yes, Young Master! I'll call her immediately!"
With that, she turned and stumbled as she quickly ran out.
Sophie Sullivan sat on the sofa, contentedly sipping the fruit juice brought by a servant, while Thomas Shannon sat down beside her with interest.
Sophie, in a good mood, offered him the half-finished fruit juice with a flirtatious glance. "Want some?"
"..."
Sophie rolled her eyes at him. "Forget it if you don't want it!"
Thomas Shannon casually draped his long arm around her shoulders, as if he had already drawn her body into his possessive embrace.
"Who said I don't want it? Feed me," he said lazily.
