Chapter 335: Chapter 337: Don’t you want your face anymore?
The call lasted for more than half an hour.
Thomas Shannon hung up the phone and turned to Sophie Sullivan. "How did you come up here?"
"I..." Sophie Sullivan was at a loss for words.
She couldn’t very well tell him that she couldn’t find him, so she’d snuck upstairs to look for him, could she?
Who knew he was on the phone in his study? Would her actions be mistaken for eavesdropping?
"Hmm?"
"I came to ask you to join me in the warm springs," Sophie Sullivan said, forcing herself to come up with an excuse.
Thomas Shannon’s expression faltered. He squinted his eyes slightly and stepped closer to her. "Maniac, are you inviting me?"
Soaking in the warm springs together?
That’s a fantastic idea.
Sophie Sullivan: "..."
Did he misunderstand something?
Her wrist was grabbed, and her body was pulled up. Thomas Shannon possessively wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pressing her against him.
Her soft body was pressed against his firm chest. Sophie Sullivan, unusually flustered, stammered, "What... What are you trying to do?"
"Didn’t you invite me to soak in the warm springs with you?"
"I didn’t mean anything else! Don’t misunderstand!"
"You indeed didn’t mean anything else. You simply invited me to soak in the warm springs with you."
The man wickedly emphasized the words ’with him’...
Sophie Sullivan took a deep breath and forcefully pushed him away. "Thomas Shannon, you’re so boring."
With that, Sophie Sullivan bolted from the study room.
Thomas Shannon spread his arms wide, resting them casually on the pool’s edge. He tilted his head back, enjoying the servant’s massage.
"Thomas Shannon!"
Without so much as lifting an eyelid, he lazily responded, "Hmm?"
"I need a bath towel!"
"If you want it, fetch it yourself."
Sophie Sullivan estimated the distance. Several meters meant she would have to streak towards the bath towel.
Furious, Sophie Sullivan clenched her teeth and growled, "You bastard!"
Thomas Shannon lifted his hand, signaling the servant to step aside.
The servant respectfully retreated and closed the door.
He opened his eyes, looking amused at the furious maniac. "It’s just you and me here. It’s not as if I haven’t seen you before. What’s there to be shy about?"
"Then why aren’t you naked?"
"You want to see?" Thomas Shannon made a show of undoing the bath towel wrapped around his waist.
Sophie Sullivan stiffened her neck, slapped the water, and growled, "Who wants to see you, narcissist!"
"Be careful with your face, it can’t touch the water."
Sophie Sullivan slapped the surface of the water with her hand. "Who needs your fake kindness!"
The splash was unexpectedly large.
Carelessly, water splashed onto her face, and Sophie Sullivan instantly felt a warmth there...
The next second, the man opposite her turned grim-faced and quickly strode over.
Grabbing her hand, Thomas Shannon frowned and snapped, "Are you crazy? Don’t you want your face anymore?!"
Sophie Sullivan’s anger instantly vanished. She lifted her eyelids. "Thomas Shannon... I think water got on the wound."
She could feel the burning pain...
"Stupid as a pig!"
With a disgusted snort, Thomas Shannon started dragging her towards the shore.
Sophie Sullivan, however, resisted with all her might. "Stop! Give me a bath towel!"
"Keep this up, and your face will never heal! You can stay ugly for the rest of your life!"
Thomas Shannon wouldn’t grant her the time to be shy.