Old Mr. Standford said that she needed to maintain plenty of sleep and a good mood for a speedy recovery from the injury on her face.
For the sake of her cheek, Sophie Sullivan decided to follow Old Mr. Standford’s advice strictly.
Returning to her bedroom, she shut the door to prevent anyone from disturbing her, especially Amelia Shaw, whom she deliberately locked out.
Lying on the bed, she emptied her mind and began to sleep.
William Field had already been moved from the Balcon Gate to a more concealed location. As Thomas Shannon was about to leave the Balcon Gate, he suddenly remembered something and paused.
He glanced sideways at Charlie River. "Has Amelia Shaw been taken back to the villa?"
"Yes, she has already been taken back to the villa as per your instructions."
Thomas Shannon seemed thoughtful. If Amelia Shaw came, the maniac would surely throw a tantrum. Whenever she started acting up, it gave him a headache.
After a pause, he asked, "How do you coax a woman?"
Young Master, is it appropriate for you to ask such a profound question of a single dog like me?
He had never coaxed a woman in his entire life...
"You don’t know?" Thomas Shannon’s eyebrow twitched. He withdrew his gaze in disgust. "Charlie River, oh Charlie River, what use are you to me?"
"Young Master, actually, besides not knowing how to coax women, I have other strengths. For example..."
Charlie River frantically tried to promote himself, terrified that his Young Master would find him useless and send him back to Mr. Shannon.
"Shut up. If you keep chattering, I’ll rip your tongue out."
Thomas Shannon summoned the manager of the Balcon Gate. Feeling greatly honored to be called by Young Master Shannon, the manager scurried over, smiling obsequiously, "Young Master Shannon, you were looking for me? May I know what you need of me?"
"I have a question for you." Thomas Shannon’s expression was frigid. He exuded an imposing air—not of anger, but of pure, oppressive authority that seemed to bear down on the manager.
The manager trembled. Did I do something wrong?
The manager, extremely apprehensive, then heard Thomas Shannon’s next question: "How do you coax a woman?"
The manager instantly felt like he had leaped from hell to heaven. His heart pounded, almost unable to bear the sudden relief. "Young Master Shannon," he asked, "are you trying to coax a girlfriend, or just a regular friend?"
"What’s the difference?"
They’re all women. What’s the difference between a girlfriend and a regular friend, anyway?
The manager adopted a knowledgeable expression. "Of course, there’s a difference, a huge difference! A girlfriend is someone you like; a regular friend is just, well, a regular person. Therefore, the effort required to coax them is different."
Thomas Shannon propped his head on one hand. Thinking of the maniac, he fell silent for a moment before stating, "Girlfriend."
"Young Master Shannon’s girlfriend must be a peerless beauty, captivatingly charming! As the saying goes, ’Jewels for a beauty’—it’s a perfect match."
The manager rubbed his hands and suggested, "Young Master Shannon, you should gift her jewelry. Don’t worry about buying the ’right’ ones, just buy expensive ones. Women love those bling-bling things. You could give it a try."
All women like jewelry?
Thomas Shannon stroked his chin. Last time he gave the supplementary card to the maniac, she did indeed buy a lot of jewelry.
It’s just... he’d never seen her wear any of it.
"Are you sure all women like jewelry?" Thomas Shannon narrowed his eyes, his expression cold and stern.
The manager had an Alexander moment. "Young Master Shannon, I am just making a suggestion. But I’m sure the woman Young Master Shannon likes must have exceptional taste. Do you know what she likes?"
"If I knew, would I still need to ask you?"
"My apologies, my apologies! It’s my fault." The manager had a flash of inspiration. "Romance! No woman can refuse romance. Young Master Shannon, you should try to give her some romantic surprises, as much as possible."