"When she sees that maniac, she always tries to find a hiding place to avoid her."
Charlie River said this, secretly observing the expression on his young master's face.
As expected, Young Master's eyebrows raised slightly, showing satisfaction.
Charlie River wasn't lying. Nowadays, the maniac was in a foul mood. Minimus Hart had just suffered terribly at her hands, learning a harsh lesson, and was now desperate to avoid her. How could she dare to go near her and cause trouble?
Thomas Shannon returned to the bedroom. After taking a bath, he emerged, wiping his hair with a towel. His cold eyes surveyed the double bed.
In this deadly silent night, a sense of emptiness suddenly arose in his heart.
Such a big bed should have been shared by two people.
Without that one person, it always felt like something was wrong.
Everything felt empty.
Throwing down the towel, Thomas Shannon turned and walked out.
