Furrowing his eyebrows, he turned his face away. Why did it seem like she enjoyed the taste, but when he drank it, he didn't?
"What's wrong?"
Sophie Sullivan couldn't guess his thoughts. Didn't he want to drink it himself? And now that look of disgust on his face, what does that mean?
"Come closer."
Sophie Sullivan looked at him defensively. "You tell me first, what do you want to do in the end?"
So noisy!
Due to Thomas Shannon's injury, despite so much delicious food, he could mostly only choose light dishes.
Sophie Sullivan was eating while also having to feed him; she was almost overwhelmed.
She sighed from exhaustion. "My hand is so sore..."
"Such a delicate thing," Thomas Shannon snorted coldly. "Charlie River, find a coach tomorrow to train her."
Her constitution is so poor; how will that do?
Charlie River immediately responded, "Young Master, what kind of coach are you referring to?"
