He had no appetite at all.
His expression was grim as he picked up his wine glass and took a couple of sips.
Sitting beside him, Raina Bell was on pins and needles, unable to guess what the Young Master truly meant.
Is he angry?
Because of me... or because of Sophie Sullivan?
Raina Bell said timidly, "Young Master, I'm sorry..."
"Hm?"
"I... I only intended to provoke the little maniac just now. I didn't expect... I didn't expect her to see through it." Raina Bell bit her lower lip hard. She also hadn't expected that the Sullivan Estate would know the Young Master didn't eat onions.
A wave of frustration washed over her. Why didn't she know something that even Sophie knew?
She silently berated herself and secretly vowed to remember all his preferences.
"Raina Bell." Thomas Shannon held his wine glass in one hand and used his other to grip her chin, forcing her bowed head up.
