He didn’t even realize it when he came to his side.

With one hand around Mrs. Guillen’s shoulder, William Guillen sat down beside her, "Mrs. Guillen, what are you thinking about that you didn’t notice your precious son has arrived?"

Mrs. Guillen feebly slapped his hand away, "Guillen Junior, go away from me."

Just seeing you makes me upset.

You troublesome brat!

William Guillen chuckled, pursing his lips into a low, deep laugh, lowering his head in front of Mrs. Guillen, "Mrs. Guillen, are you despising me?"

Mrs. Guillen lifted her head and scrutinized William Guillen with an examining gaze, "Guillen Junior, your mother is asking you, and you need to answer honestly."

Being suddenly so serious, William Guillen was a bit unaccustomed.

He leaned back on the sofa, leisurely crossing his long legs, "Alright, go ahead and ask."

"Do you... in the end, like Fluffy?"

William Guillen let out a light laugh, finding it unbelievable, "Mom, what kind of question is that?"

"Cut the crap and answer me honestly!"

"I see Fluffy as a younger sister. The relationship between our families is there; I won’t have any inappropriate thoughts about her."

What does having inappropriate thoughts even mean?

Does liking him mean Fluffy has inappropriate thoughts?

Mrs. Guillen, infuriated, slapped him several times, "You brat, how can you be so infuriating!"

"Alright, Mom, stop messing around. Where’s the soup? Didn’t you say you made soup for me? I’m going to drink some soup."

"Wait, there’s one more question."

Just as William Guillen was about to head towards the dining room, Mrs. Guillen called him back again. He paused, helplessly holding his forehead, "Fine, let’s just say this is the last question."

Mrs. Guillen pondered for a small moment, "Tell me, do you like another girl?"

"Uh, yes." William Guillen nodded indifferently.

"It’s really not Fluffy?"

"No."

The disappointment on Mrs. Guillen’s face was too obvious, and William Guillen turned and headed toward the dining room.

If he stayed any longer, he feared he wouldn’t be able to withstand the thorough interrogation.

Since he had already decided not to waste Autumn Johnson’s time, naturally, he wouldn’t give her any inappropriate hopes or fantasies.

So, they could only be siblings, and it couldn’t possibly evolve into anything beyond that.

......

The Shannons’ Manor.

Sophie Sullivan found it extremely odd. Recently, Thomas Shannon has been staying in the manor all the time and not going to the company.

He kept hovering around her, clingy as a large Husky.

It made her feel very unaccustomed.

After lunch, Sophie Sullivan was about to go upstairs to prepare for a nap.

Thomas Shannon grabbed her wrist and started to lead her outside, "Thomas Shannon, where are you taking me?"

"You just ate your fill. You can’t sleep immediately. I’m taking you for a walk to digest."

The so-called walk to digest meant being dragged to the swimming pool to watch him swim.

Sophie Sullivan lay on a lounge chair, while Gaby sprawled on another, munching on an ice-cold watermelon.

Sophie Sullivan wore sunglasses and leisurely closed her eyes. Thomas Shannon’s original intention was to have her join him in the water, but Sophie refused using her facial wound that couldn’t be touched by water as an excuse.

Thomas Shannon’s mobile phone was on a small table. Sophie picked up a cup of fruit juice, and just as she took a sip, Thomas Shannon’s phone rang.

Sophie instinctively picked up his phone and glanced at it; there was no name noted.

She hesitated for a moment, watching the man swimming swiftly and agilely in the water, and then bit the straw, answering the call, "Hello?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

The next second, a voice soft and timid sounded, "Hi, I’m looking for Thomas Shannon."

"Who are you?"

The person on the other end perhaps thought she was the maidservant, just laughed a little, and continued, "Could you please have Thomas Shannon answer the phone, thanks."