Took out a hair dryer and stuffed it into her hand.
Sophie Sullivan had no idea what was going on, when Thomas Shannon's eyes darkened, "Dry my hair."
"Why?"
"I got drenched just to see you, don't you have any responsibility?"
Who was the one who summoned him here with a phone call in the middle of the night?
And who was it that angrily asked on the phone who Cheryl Chew was?
And who hung up the phone directly, saying in a huff that there was no need for him to come anymore?
Thinking of this, Thomas Shannon squinted his cold eyes and pinched a handful of soft flesh at her waist, commanding irresistibly, "Hurry up, I'm tired."
From rescuing Edward Benson from the Thompson Family to finishing the surgery, he hadn't closed his eyes.
Right now, he just wanted to hold her and have a good sleep.
"You still haven't told me who that girl is. Why should I listen to you?"
So she was jealous...
"Dry my hair first, and I'll tell you later, okay?"
"No."
