Thomas Shannon’s bright brow slightly furrowed, a look of impatience appeared on his face, his voice grew deeper, "Hurry up, my patience is limited."

"What do you like to hear, at least give me a hint!"

"Think for yourself!"

Sophie Sullivan was fuming, while Thomas Shannon was completely out of patience, even his tone turned despicable.

The patience he had just now was gone completely, it seemed if she couldn’t say something he liked, he’d be angry.

And her breakfast would be gone too.

Sophie suddenly groaned in pain, her voice weak, "Thomas Shannon, my face hurts..."

The man’s gaze fixed at a certain point, after a few seconds, he looked at her, Sophie furrowed her brow tightly, her face full of agony.

Thomas Shannon immediately stood up, came to the bedside, leaned over and looked at her, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Sophie nodded, "It’s killing me, give me a painkiller quick..."

"Bear with it a little longer, you can’t take medicine on an empty stomach, your stomach won’t handle it." With that, Thomas Shannon went to bring over the porridge, holding her up to let her lean against his embrace.

Completely forgetting the request he made just now.

"Here, drink the porridge first."

Sophie lowered her eyelids, the corner of her mouth curved with an irrepressible arc, "It’s hot, blow on it."

Thomas Shannon brought the spoon to his lips, blew away the heat, then fed it to her lips, "It’s not hot now."

"Mm." Sophie was quite obedient, not being fussy anymore, grabbed the spoon he fed her, and drank the porridge.

She was indeed hungry, so she had no time to bicker with Thomas Shannon, until she finished a bowl of porridge, she still licked the corner of her mouth, savoring it.

"Want more?" Thomas Shannon lowered his head, wiped away the grains on the corner of her lips.

"Yes!" Sophie said crisply, even seriously nodding her head.

She nodded too strongly, and her wound on the face immediately hurt again, causing her to gasp in pain.

Thomas Shannon sighed helplessly, "Sit properly, don’t move."

He fed her another bowl of porridge, after drinking two bowls, Sophie, with her stomach feeling warm, comfortably leaned against Thomas Shannon’s embrace, touched her little belly, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Seeing her touch her stomach, Thomas Shannon’s eyes and brows were tainted with a smile, this posture was really like a pregnant woman...

Thinking of this, Thomas Shannon felt a bit melancholy again, not knowing if there was their little baby inside her stomach.

"Thomas Shannon, what are you thinking?"

Thomas Shannon came back to his senses, raised his brow slightly, "Hmm?"

"What were you thinking just now, I called you and you didn’t respond."

"Nothing. You should take your medicine now."

Thomas Shannon poured a cup of water, fed her the medicine, after taking it, Sophie felt sleepy again.

When Sophie fell asleep, Thomas Shannon got up and left the room.

He went to the doctor’s office, lit a cigarette, "Is the maniac’s body suitable for pregnancy now?"

The doctor stood respectfully by his side, saying, "Young Master, the maniac just had surgery, it’s not the right time for pregnancy. She has to take painkillers every day, these medicines affect the fetus, even if she gets pregnant, considering the child’s health, she can’t keep it."

Can’t keep it?

Thomas Shannon took a deep drag from his cigarette, meaning he had to wait until Sophie stopped taking those medicines before he could really try to get her pregnant?

Thinking of this, a trace of irritation crossed Thomas Shannon’s heart as he got up, left the office with his handsome face darkened.

...

Suburban Villa.

Since apologizing to Thomas Shannon.