Sophie Sullivan slowly approached him.
Thomas Shannon reached out, and Sophie Sullivan instinctively placed her hand in his.
Grasping her hand, he felt an abnormal heat.
Thomas Shannon furrowed his brow. "Sit down."
Sophie Sullivan sat on his lap. His cool palm touched her forehead. "Why is your temperature so high?"
"Probably because I'm sick," Sophie Sullivan shrugged nonchalantly. She didn't seem bothered by her temperature in the slightest.
The corner of Thomas Shannon's mouth curved slightly. "Probably? It's your body. Don't you know whether you're sick or not?"
His question felt a little pointed.
Sophie Sullivan blinked, staring at him intently. "Young Master, weren't you trying to punish me? If I die from this illness, wouldn't that be exactly what you want?"
A sharp pain shot through her jaw as he suddenly gripped it. Sophie Sullivan frowned. "Can't you be a little gentler?"
Thomas Shannon sneered. "With that ugly face of yours? I can't bring myself to be gentle."
