Faced with a meddlesome woman like Sophie Sullivan, he could only rely on his wits. He couldn't use force to conquer her.
Thomas Shannon, with a hooked corner of his mouth, sketched out what he considered a gentle smile. "Why should I jump?"
Sophie shrank back, looking at his cold, freezing eyes. "Why are you so fierce?"
Fierce? Thomas glanced at the servant beside him. "Am I fierce?"
The servants shook their heads fearfully, not daring to tell the truth. "Young Master... No, not fierce."
"Liar!" Sophie's voice was crisp and resonant. "If he really wasn't fierce, what would you be afraid of? Why are you stuttering?"
Thomas Shannon was speechless. Will she only be satisfied when everyone admits he's fierce?
"What are you looking at me for? Why won't you jump?"
Thomas's handsome face tightened. "There's no mud pond..."
Sophie joyfully tossed aside the cushion and jumped off the sofa. "That's easy to fix!"
「Half an hour later.」
