He tightened his grip again. "I say one sentence, and how many do you need to say back before you're satisfied?"
Sophie Sullivan grumbled, utterly defiant, "Well, why don't you speak then? Let's see if I can care about you."
"Shut up!"
The man growled.
Sophie closed her mouth.
After a long time, Thomas Shannon eased his grip on her and headed towards the bath chamber.
BANG!
A loud slamming of the door came from Young Master Shannon.
Sophie clutched her chest, having barely escaped catastrophe. She lay down, pulled up the silk quilt, covered herself, and forced herself to fall asleep immediately. At least if she slept, Thomas Shannon wouldn't act like a beast towards her.
「The night passed without incident.」
The next day, Sophie woke up naturally.
