Thomas Shannon's gaze was finally drawn to Amelia Shaw.
He looked at the enticing plate of chicken wings. Now, she had personally cooked for him, but he no longer felt anything.
If it were two years ago, I would have cherished it even more.
Even if it was witches' cuisine, I would eat it all and praise her cooking skills.
Time changes everything...
Thomas Shannon's thin lips faintly opened. Before he could speak, Sophie Sullivan preempted him, "Thomas, feed me some soup."
It was an almost commanding tone, with flaunting arrogance in her eyes.
With a defiant attitude, Sophie stared intently at Thomas Shannon. If he made her lose face in front of Amelia Shaw... then he wouldn't be able to touch even one of her fingers for a month.
"MEOW..."
Harry's ear was pinched, causing him to bristle with pain.
Amelia Shaw held her breath, gazing intently at Thomas Shannon. Thomas, don't agree to her... Don't pay attention to her!
