"What else do you want now? Do you still want to hit me?"
Sophie Sullivan swore that if Thomas Shannon dared, she would absolutely never let him touch one of her fingertips ever again.
Thomas Shannon grabbed her hand and gave it a light peck in her soft palm, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Give me the belt."
"And if I don't, what will you do?"
Sophie still refused to hand him the belt, keeping her hands behind her back.
Thomas Shannon just chuckled without saying anything more.
His expression left Sophie unable to guess his thoughts. Men's hearts are as hard to fathom as a needle at the bottom of the sea... So hard to guess!
Hesitating and dawdling, she handed over the belt while glaring at him, hurling a threat. "Thomas Shannon, don't you dare hurt me, or else... you might as well become a monk!"
The handsome man was taken aback for a good while before he realized what she meant by "becoming a monk."
Immediately, his handsome face darkened.
