Chapter 1402 - 1404: The Affair Between Him and Lillian Spencer Must Be Settled

"Well done, go up and serve the Young Madam well." Thomas Shannon lowered his eyelids slightly and took a sip of wine.

"Huh?" The servant was stunned, unable to recover from the shock.

At this moment, shouldn’t the Young Master go and coax the Young Madam?

She’s going to serve?

But only if the Young Madam needs her service...

"What are you staring for, didn’t hear me?!" Thomas Shannon impatiently growled.

The cold imposing air immediately made the servant shiver all over and she nodded hurriedly, "Yes... Yes, Young Master, I’ll go immediately!"

After speaking, she turned and ran upstairs quickly, not daring to delay for even one second.

Sophie Sullivan was very angry, feeling a tightness in her chest that wouldn’t go up or down, like a bone stuck in her throat.

She thought Thomas Shannon would come back to coax her, since he was always so shamelessly clingy.

Sophie entered the restroom, washed up, and returned to the bedroom to lie down. After lying down for a while, he still hadn’t returned to the bedroom.

Sophie became even angrier, grabbed his pillow, and threw it to the ground, "Drop dead, bastard!"

Despite her anger, sleepiness overcame her; Sophie fell asleep without realizing it.

Having drunk quite a bit, Thomas Shannon returned to the bedroom late at night, seeing his pillow lying alone on the carpet, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions.

Under the dim wall lamp, her sleeping face was peaceful and serene, her breath shallow.

Thomas Shannon sat by the bedside, stretched out his hand, and lovingly caressed her cheek, "Fennie..."

He and Lillian Spencer’s affair always needed an understanding.

If not now, then in the future.

Now he had no choice but to let her return to Country F; no matter how insane Lillian Spencer was, she wouldn’t harm an innocent woman.

Knowing Lillian Spencer for so many years, of this, he was confident.

Separated by distance, it’s not just the physical distance...

Thomas Shannon wasn’t sure, unsure if she would be as steadfast as he was, determined to choose him.

Without him by her side, would she be more carefree, free to flirt with Lucifer, free to have a dalliance with Liam Donald.

Thinking of this made Thomas Shannon want to tuck her into his own pocket, not allowing anyone a glimpse.

To make her belong only to him.

He lowered his head and planted a kiss on her smooth, glossy forehead.

The next day, her biological clock woke Sophie Sullivan.

She opened her eyes, finding herself tightly held by someone.

The man holding her was still asleep. Thinking of last night... Sophie abruptly pushed him away.

Thomas Shannon opened his eyes and saw her resentful back entering the restroom.

He sat up in bewilderment, lowering his head in disappointment, she was going to leave...

But what should he do if he didn’t want to be separated from her at all?

Inside the restroom, Sophie brushed her teeth, looked at herself in the mirror, and snorted coldly. To just vaguely and ambiguously brush things aside like this, it’s not that easy!

If she were an ordinary woman, she might have swallowed her grievances.

But precisely because she, Sophie Sullivan, was not an ordinary woman—she, Miss Cecilia Branford, could have any man she wanted—why should she feel wronged being with a bastard.

Even Thomas Shannon dared to bully her—that was despicable!

In the fastest time possible, Sophie washed, dressed, and without glancing at the man in front of her, she turned and walked out.

Thomas Shannon gripped her with one hand, pulling her into his arms, lifting her chin with the other hand, forcing her to look up, "Fennie, I really didn’t have any improper relations with any woman."

"That’s your business, it has nothing to do with me."

"You’re my wife, how could it have nothing to do with you?" Thomas Shannon lowered his head, affectionately planting a kiss on her forehead.