What puzzled him was why William Guillen would suddenly propose going to the Meadow.
What happened? William Guillen chuckled lightly. It was all thanks to Fluffy Zane pushing him to it! God knows, the moment he saw her, he lost all interest. He wished he could pack her up and send her far, far away, preferably so she would never appear before him again. If it hadn’t been for that one night of drunken indiscretion, he probably wouldn’t be so wary of her now.
"What else could happen? I just simply want to relax, that’s all."
Despite his casual tone, Thomas Shannon wouldn’t believe him. "Did Fluffy Zane bother you again?"
"What trouble could she possibly cause me? Ridiculous." William Guillen took a deep drag from his cigarette. "Alright, then it’s settled."
He hung up the phone and extinguished the cigarette butt.
The woman, wearing his shirt, walked over and hugged him from behind. "Young Master Guillen, you’re amazing... Being your woman is true bliss."
William Guillen, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, sneered. "It’s time. You should leave."
The woman was taken aback and feigned a pout. "Young Master Guillen, don’t be so heartless. Don’t you plan on a couple more rounds tomorrow morning?"
William Guillen turned around, gripped her jaw with one hand, and appraised her for a moment. "I’ve already chosen someone for tomorrow morning."
Under his gaze, the woman gradually lost her courage and nodded dejectedly. "Alright. I hope you two have fun tomorrow morning."
With that, the woman went into the bath chamber to take a shower, picked up her clothes from the ground, and put them on one by one.
Only then did she turn and leave.
The room was filled with the lingering scent of their lovemaking.
William Guillen picked up his clothes, put them on, and also left the hotel.
Sophie Sullivan sat by the edge of the bathtub, her small face flushed crimson.
A captivating, lustful glow appeared on the handsome man’s face.
His thin lips curved into a wicked smile. "Didn’t I tell you to use more force? Haven’t you eaten?"
If Sophie knew that eating the shrimp he had personally peeled for her would come at this price, she would rather have peeled them herself! She just knew Thomas Shannon wouldn’t be so easygoing. How could anyone else possibly take advantage of him? It would be a blessing if he didn’t take advantage of others!
"I can’t, my hand hurts... It’s a burning pain."
Just as she was about to release her grip, his large, dry, warm palm covered the back of her hand.
Sophie’s cheeks blazed, turning so red they seemed as if they would bleed.
She averted her gaze, not daring to look at him.
"Maniac, look at me."
"You’re such a pervert!"
Thomas Shannon chuckled softly. "Didn’t this pervert make you feel completely comfortable?"
"Stop talking! Just shut your mouth!"
After their activities concluded, Thomas Shannon, wearing a sleep gown, carried the sulking maniac out of the bath chamber.
Lying on the bed, Sophie irritably pushed Thomas Shannon away as he leaned in. "Don’t touch me, pervert!"
Thomas Shannon propped his head up with one hand, leisurely examining her puffed-out cheeks. "If you’re going to blame something, blame your menstrual period."
Since he couldn’t devour her directly, wasn’t he allowed to find release in other ways?
"Pervert! Can’t you even hold it in for a few days?" Sophie growled angrily.
Thomas Shannon gently pinched her soft earlobe, toying with it. "I thought you wouldn’t ask such a ridiculous question. Didn’t you already find out the answer just now?"