Amelia Shaw's expression was somber. Hearing footsteps, she immediately looked up.
"Thomas Shannon, you're back?"
The sweetest smile bloomed on her face in an instant. Amelia Shaw rose and went to greet him.
Thomas Shannon unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, responded tepidly, and bypassed her to sit down on the sofa.
Harry suddenly appeared from somewhere, bounding into Thomas Shannon's embrace.
Tilting his furry little head, he shook it. "MEOW."
As if seeking praise.
"HA HA." Thomas Shannon chuckled softly and generously patted the little hero's head as a reward.
His slender fingers toyed with the small bell hanging from its neck.
His gaze gradually deepened.
Harry wagged his tail, curled up in his master's embrace, and lazily enjoyed being petted.
Suddenly, a clattering din erupted from the kitchen.
The servants all held their breath, hardly daring to exhale.
Thomas Shannon frowned. "What's going on?"
