Thomas Shannon's lips curved slightly as he smiled indifferently. "Mm."
At noon, Sophie Sullivan woke up.
Her eyes were still dry. She got up to wash, change her clothes, and then went downstairs.
"Maniac, lunch is ready. Do you want to eat now?"
"Mm, I'm hungry." Sophie walked straight to the restaurant.
Seeing two sets of tableware laid out, she frowned. "Is Thomas Shannon here too?"
"Yes, Young Master is in the study upstairs."
Sophie nodded, not saying anything more.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Thomas Shannon strode into the palace style restaurant. His tall, elegant figure, handsome face, and stately posture were a perfect complement to the room.
The man seemed like a prince who had stepped out of European Medieval Royalty, every movement exuding an innate, distinguished air.
"Staring?" Thomas Shannon raised a finger and tapped lightly on her head.
