Chapter 1330 - 1332: Are You Serious About Marrying Me?

In the corridor, Charlie River and the man in black had already prepared everything and were waiting for orders.

The bedroom door opened, and the man in the black shirt had a few buttons undone, revealing a large expanse of well-defined, sexy chest.

"Young Master, can we start?" Charlie River stepped forward, noticing the delighted expression on his Young Master’s face, he knew it was a success.

Thomas Shannon hooked the corner of his mouth into a smile, "Mm."

He made way, and Charlie River immediately led the man in black inside, skillfully setting up the camera, finding the right angle, and starting the recording.

After completing all of this, Charlie River and the man in black quickly withdrew from the bedroom and waited in the corridor.

Thomas Shannon went out to the balcony and picked up Sophie Sullivan, who had curled herself into a ball and, with her head resting on her knees, had fallen into a drowsy sleep.

Carrying her back to the bedroom, they sat on the sofa, facing the camera.

He leaned close to Sophie Sullivan’s ear and whispered, "Fennie, the game has begun."

Sophie Sullivan groggily lifted her head, rubbing her eyes with both hands, her soft voice mumbling, "Has it started?"

"Mm." Thomas Shannon smiled as he spoke, "Do you remember what I taught you just now?"

Sophie Sullivan, in a daze, nodded, and Thomas Shannon fondly patted her head, "Fennie, it’s your turn now."

Thomas Shannon sat up straight on the sofa, the smile at the corner of his lips faded, and his expression turned a bit solemn.

Sophie Sullivan stood up, her body swaying, she stretched out her index finger, pointed imposingly at the tip of his nose, "Thomas Shannon, didn’t you hear what I said just now?"

Thomas Shannon glanced at her, massaging his forehead in exasperation, "Fennie, you’re drunk."

"I’m not drunk, you’re the one who’s drunk, your whole family is drunk!" Sophie Sullivan’s legs weakened, and she fell onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, she swayed twice, "Tell me, will you marry me or not?"

In Thomas Shannon’s dark eyes, a peculiar brilliance shone, dazzling, but he still restrained himself, "Fennie, you’re drunk, I won’t take you seriously."

"Why..." Sophie Sullivan squeezed his neck, shaking him, "Thomas Shannon, if you don’t marry me, I’ll kill you."

Thomas Shannon was momentarily stunned, lowering his eyelids, "I will marry you, but what if you deny it when you sober up?"

"I won’t..."

"Are you serious about marrying me?"

Sophie Sullivan snorted, "Of course, I’m serious."

"Won’t you regret it?"

Sophie Sullivan became irritated, like an enraged little beast, biting his shoulder before lifting her head, viciously saying, "Just marry me already, why so much nonsense!"

Thomas Shannon held her face, doing his utmost to soothe her, "Alright, I’ll marry you, but you must be clear on one thing, I’m not forcing you. You’re willingly marrying me."

"Such a bore..." Sophie Sullivan lay against his chest, her head dizzy and spinning.

Her stomach was churning, she felt like vomiting...

Thomas Shannon lowered his head, leaning to her ear, softly reminding her, "Fennie, say you love me."

Sophie Sullivan groggily opened her eyes, looking at the handsome face close at hand, she patted his face, giggling, "Thomas Shannon, I like you... Marry me, you must marry me."

Thomas Shannon was extremely satisfied, his intoxicated little ancestor still had the capacity for improvisation, which was an unexpected surprise.

Having confirmed that recording these contents was sufficient, Thomas Shannon began to have her sign.

On the tea table were two documents and a pen, and a box of printing mud.

"Little Treasure, sign here."