The preference was starkly clear.
Thomas Shannon also sat up, scoffing. This fellow actually knows how to be jealous.
However, no matter how much it competed, it couldn't win against him.
After Sophie Sullivan consoled Gaby for a while, it still huffed loudly through its nose—a clear sign of its anger.
Sophie Sullivan turned and glanced at Thomas Shannon behind her. He hadn't expected her to suddenly turn back, and now, she had caught his provocative stare directed at Gaby.
"Thomas Shannon!" Enraged, Sophie Sullivan grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
Thomas Shannon coughed lightly, smoothly catching the incoming pillow and cradling it. "...What's wrong?"
"You have the nerve to ask?" Sophie Sullivan said, one hand stroking Gaby's head. "If you provoke Gaby again, I won't be able to help you."
Thomas Shannon raised an eyebrow. "So, am I being threatened?"
"That's right."
Sophie Sullivan snorted, then, hugging Gaby's neck, she and the pet glared at Thomas Shannon in unison.
