"Alright, I’ll have Gaby buried with Harry, so you can have a tiger fur coat."

The two of them kept exchanging words, neither willing to back down.

At a stalemate, the butler came knocking, "Young Master, do you want to start the meal now?"

"Get out!"

A low roar came from inside, startling the butler outside the door. He immediately fell silent, not knowing what he had done to make the Young Master so angry.

The butler nervously went downstairs in the imperial city, and Charlie River was perceptive enough to know that the Young Master would certainly cling to the maniac next.

So, he wisely had the man in black withdraw as well, determined not to disturb the Young Master’s private matters.

In a while, he heard noises from upstairs and immediately went to check.

He saw Gaby come out from the bedroom, unwillingly turning her head back as the bedroom door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Gaby was unwilling, and she clawed at the door panel.

Inside the bedroom, came an angry low roar, "Get out!"

A vague female voice followed, "Thomas Shannon... try yelling at my Gaby again..."

Charlie River: "..."

Sympathize with Gaby for three seconds.

Inside the bedroom, with the nuisance of Gaby finally gone.

Thomas Shannon threw the woman who was punching and kicking him in his embrace onto the bed, his tall body immediately pressing down, one hand holding her hands above her head.

Under the light, her beautiful eyes were filled with shimmering water, fiercely glaring at him.

Her face, stunningly beautiful, lured and captivated him.

Thomas Shannon’s breathing hastened, "Tell me, how long has it been."

"What?"

"How long has your face been healed?"

"It just got better today."

"Hiding it from me, huh?" Thomas Shannon lowered his head, biting her face.

Sophie Sullivan frowned, lifting her leg to kick him, "Thomas Shannon, are you a dog? Don’t bite me!"

"Tell me why you hid it from me."

"Can’t I give you a surprise?"

Surprise?

It was indeed a huge surprise.

A surprise that even made him lose composure and have a nosebleed...

Thomas Shannon raised his head, his gaze deep, "Who was the first person to see your face?"

"Myself." Sophie Sullivan replied confidently.

"Anyone of the opposite gender?"

"Gaby."

Thomas Shannon: "..."

You did that to annoy me on purpose?

Really deserves a lesson!

This damn woman saw his joke tonight, and now still refuses to cooperate obediently.

"Thomas Shannon, you’re hurting me."

"If I don’t hurt you, how will you learn?" Thomas Shannon’s eye color darkened, "Tell me, who was the first opposite sex to see your face?"

"You, you Thomas Shannon, you were the first opposite sex to see me, satisfied?"

Although she didn’t want him to feel proud, the fact was he was indeed the first male to see her.

Even Old Mr. Standford hadn’t seen it.

In that instant, the man’s cold eyes suddenly shone with radiance, as if starlight was scattered across his eyes.

The brilliance was so intense that it was hard to look directly at.

"Really?" The man’s voice, low and magnetic, was so sexy it made one’s heart race.

Just this magnetic voice was enough to spark one’s imagination.

Sophie Sullivan’s breathing sped up slightly, "Mm."

"Fennie is so well-behaved, what reward should I give you?"

"I don’t want your reward." Without thinking, Sophie Sullivan knew his reward would be nothing good.

Thomas Shannon frowned slightly, then relaxed, gently rubbing her red lips with his thumb, "How can there be no reward? Fennie gave me a surprise, it’s only fair to return the favor generously."

"I don’t want your rew..."