Hotel.
Thomas Shannon emerged from the bath chamber, towel in hand, drying his hair as he entered the living room.
Charlie River had already decanted the red wine for him; seeing him come out, poured him a glass.
"Young Master, Young Madam has already bathed Little Miss Snowball."
"Hmm." Thomas Shannon took the red wine, sat on the sofa, and received the wireless earpiece Charlie River handed him.
Hearing William Westlake want to sleep with Sophie Sullivan, Thomas Shannon instinctively frowned, but upon hearing Sophie Sullivan's gentle persuasion, his tightly knitted brows eased unconsciously.
This woman, can be gentle?
Just a sip of red wine, hearing someone say she was the cutest, almost made him spray the wine out.
Thomas Shannon coughed, "Cough, cough."
Charlie River couldn't help but be curious; what could possibly be happening over there, so sensational that it made the Young Master cough?
