Left with no choice, Thomas Shannon could only keep her by his side.
The manor was as secure as a fortress, heavily guarded; not even a mosquito could fly in easily.
Only when Sophie Sullivan was within the manor could Thomas truly feel at ease.
However, she was unwilling. Wary of Amelia Shaw, she insisted on following him.
Thomas's temper was worn thin by her persistence. Thinking of her wild little displays, she was certainly full of spirit.
Thomas raised his hand to his forehead, a helpless, faint smile playing on his lips. He had truly spoiled her rotten!
After dinner, Sophie planned to go out for a walk to aid digestion.
The scenery within the mountain manor was delightful. There was a rich variety of trees and flowers, making it feel less like midsummer and more like spring in full bloom.
It made one feel completely immersed, as if in the midst of a warm spring where flowers bloomed in abundance; even the climate was exceptionally pleasant.
