"Breakfast is almost ready, the milk is already heated and now it's keeping warm. Miss Cecilia Branford is awake; she can drink it anytime."
Thomas Shannon noticed the warm milk, grabbed a tray, and went upstairs with it.
The servants were aghast; is the Young Master going to personally attend to Miss Cecilia Branford?
Sophie Sullivan was sleeping soundly, suddenly feeling a sharp tug on her cheek. She was forced to open her eyes, drowsily looking at the person in front of her.
"Fennie, it's time to wake up and have breakfast."
Slap.
Sophie left a claw mark on Thomas Shannon's handsome face. She turned over, mumbling, "Let me sleep."
Who dares to disturb Miss Cecilia Branford's sleep? They must be insane.
Pregnancy moods explode easily; Thomas Shannon suffered silently.
