He wouldn't let them have their private time. If he could be a lightbulb for one minute, he definitely wouldn't retreat in thirty seconds!
William Guillen sat on the sofa, drinking water.
In the kitchen at the other end, the two of them were being lovey-dovey again.
Sophie Sullivan followed Thomas Shannon like a little tail. She wasn't helping; she was just causing trouble.
"Thomas, what's this?"
Sophie picked up a small, round egg and looked at it. Thomas snatched the quail egg with one hand. "This is a quail egg."
Sophie nodded. "You know so much..."
"Of course, someone like you, who's never had to lift a finger, wouldn't know."
Sophie cleverly found the loophole in his words. She squinted and hugged his arm tightly. "So, you have a lot of experience cooking, then?"
With that tone... and that expression... Thomas had a gut feeling her next words wouldn't be pleasant, so he chose to remain silent.
