Chapter 1401 - 1403: You Smell Like Perfume!

"Tomorrow I’ll have the accountant make a report for you to take a look at."

Sophie Sullivan, with a look of disgust, picked up Harry and walked away, "Who wants to see your report, go to hell."

Thomas Shannon quickly finished up the remaining noodles, wiped the corner of his mouth, and got up to quickly follow her.

At the staircase entrance, Sophie was grabbed by Thomas Shannon by the arm and was forcefully pulled back by him, "What happened that you’re angry again?"

"Are you meeting women behind my back?"

Thomas Shannon pondered for a moment, "I saw the secretary at the company, does that count?"

"Thomas Shannon, are you taking me for a fool?"

"What?" Thomas Shannon’s handsome face grew slightly dark, looking utterly perplexed.

Sophie grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him close, leaning into his chest, she sniffed at him, then angrily pushed him away, "You have the scent of perfume on you!"

Recently, Sophie had been extremely sensitive to scents, any slightest unusual odor could stimulate her sense of smell.

Thomas Shannon had just returned home, and she had noticed it.

Now that she was closer, the faint feminine scent was even clearer.

Secretary?

What a joke!

The secretary could only get close to him if he allowed it or if there was something improper between the two of them.

The scent was so strong, how close must they have been, how tight must they have embraced?

Thomas Shannon lowered his head, grabbed his shirt, and sniffed, frowning tightly, "Is there?"

Damn it!

It must have been Lillian Spencer!

"Thomas Shannon, do you have anything else to defend yourself with?"

Seeing her angry small face, Thomas Shannon felt even a bit delighted, her anger proved she cared.

If he came home at midnight with the scent of perfume on him and she ignored it, even welcomed him with a smile, that would truly break his heart.

"Fennie, from now on I’ll make the company female employees stop using perfume, will that do?" he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her angry small face.

The touch must be amazing!

Slap!

Sophie ruthlessly slapped his hand away, face full of anger, blood rushing up, "Get out!"

Sophie turned and went upstairs, with Harry in her arms, lying on her shoulder, its round eyes glaring fiercely at Thomas Shannon, baring its teeth with a howl.

Thomas Shannon: "..."

Harry, who is really your master!

Don’t you want the dried small fish anymore?

Returning to the bedroom, Sophie slammed the door so hard it echoed, she called Derek Clark, instructed him to be ready to fly to Country F tomorrow morning.

Concealment, deceit, these were things Sophie tolerated the least.

The relationship between him and Lillian Spencer, as long as it remained untold to her, she couldn’t stop doubting.

No matter whether it was a personal vendetta or some emotional dispute, Lillian Spencer had said that Country A was not a place she could stay, the message was exceedingly clear.

Thomas Shannon sneaked away when she was asleep, returned afterwards with the strange scent of perfume, and tried to brush it off saying a female employee from the company used perfume?

What a dream!

Thomas Shannon sat on the sofa, with the red wine in the decanter giving off a strong wine fragrance.

The man’s slender fingertips held a goblet, lightly swirling it, his handsome face resembling divine deities, with a hint of sternness mixed with a trace of spite.

The servant hurried downstairs, cautiously approached him, "Young Master, I overheard Young Madam saying she’s leaving."

"When?" Thomas Shannon raised his eyelids indifferently.

"Young Madam said she’s returning to Country F tomorrow morning."

Thomas Shannon seemed thoughtful, having anticipated her temper, certain she wouldn’t stay in Country A any longer.

Returning to Country F is inevitable.

It’s fine...

Once she returns to Country F, he can be at ease.