The impressive height, the toned chest, the sensual abs, and seductive long legs were like the epitome of walking hormones.
Thomas Shannon squatted next to the bathtub, caressing her smooth cheek with one hand.
Sophie lazily opened her eyes and shot him a discontented look. "Do I look like I have the strength to clean myself?"
"So you’re inviting me?" The smirk at the corners of Thomas Shannon’s lips deepened.
Inviting? No, he greatly overvalued himself.
Sophie slowly closed her eyes. "I’m commanding you."
Commanding? Her audacity was growing! How dare she command him!
Thomas Shannon grasped her chin with one hand, forcing her to open her eyes. "Listen, retract your claws. Your voice is a gift from me. Since I can give it, I can also destroy it. Understand?"
Able to give and also destroy? Sophie’s eyes narrowed suddenly. What did he mean? Was he threatening her to make her obey? Otherwise, he would destroy her vocal cords again?
Sophie kept silent, staring at him coldly. For a moment, she couldn’t quite figure Thomas Shannon out.
One second he seemed warm and affectionate, and the next, he could be cold enough to make you face the harsh reality.
"So, will you destroy me?"
Sophie stared at him unblinkingly, her unfocused eyes meeting his.
Her voice was light and unhurried, without any trace of tension or fear.
As if... she were asking him if the weather was nice today.
Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, looking down. "That depends on your performance."
After staring at him for a few seconds, Sophie smiled.
Thomas Shannon indeed fell for it.
He personally bathed Sophie. After rinsing the foam from her body, he carried her out of the bath chamber.
After laying her on the bed, Sophie conscientiously pulled up the silk quilt, covering herself.
She closed her eyes, ready to rest.
Suddenly, the spot beside her on the bed sank.
The mattress shook, and Sophie was pulled close by a powerful arm, forced to nestle in his embrace.
Sophie squirmed a little, grumbling discontentedly, "I don’t like sleeping on my side..."
"Then you’ll have to get used to it."
She slowly lifted her eyelids. "When did you get back?"
"You don’t know when I got back? Didn’t I come straight to you the moment I returned?"
If he hadn’t said anything, it would have been fine, but the moment he did, Sophie seethed. How shameless!
"What’s with that look?" Thomas Shannon pinched her cheek, tugging it a couple of times.
How dare she despise him?
Sophie changed the subject, her heart filled with questions. "Weren’t you busy? Why did you come back so suddenly?"
"Concerned about me?"
Sophie scoffed inwardly. As if! Who’s concerned about you?
She just wanted to get rid of him so she could finally get some peaceful sleep.
She raised her hand and slapped his away. "Stop messing around, I want to sleep..."
Seeing how genuinely exhausted she looked, Thomas Shannon stopped teasing her. Embracing her slender, soft waist, he ran his hand gently down her smooth back and agreed with a low, "Mm."
She had presumed it would be difficult to fall asleep in his arms, but surprisingly, Sophie was soon soundly asleep.