Thomas Shannon's handsome face darkened, and his cold eyes shot out gloomy rays.
Sophie Sullivan unconcernedly picked up a grape and elegantly bit a small piece. "Didn't you dress me up just to vent your anger?"
"..."
"So it's my fault Miss Shaw fell?"
"..."
"If you care, go to her then. I think Miss Shaw looks weak and delicate, a perfect match for you."
Thomas Shannon's temple vein throbbed visibly. His thin lips pressed tightly into a line, and a layer of gloomy frost covered his handsome face. "Shut your mouth!"
Fine, I'll shut up.
Whoever feels guilty, he's the one who yells the loudest.
SLAP.
A bunch of grapes was thrown into the trash bin. Sophie stood up and carelessly bowed. "Young Master, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to the courtyard."
After saying that, Sophie turned around and left.
Her carefree back figure seemed to sway her sleeves without taking a single cloud as she walked away.
However... it took away all of Young Master Shannon's anger!
