Chapter 233: Thomas Shannon, don’t be such a beast!

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Sophie Sullivan’s voice was soft and sweet. These words of coquetry, spoken from her beautiful, rose-like lips, were especially enticing. Amelia Shaw’s hand trembled, and the scalding boiled water she had just poured into the teacup spilled out. Tiny water droplets splashed onto the back of her hand, scalding it so badly that she quickly snatched it away. The kettle, unsteady in her grip, slipped from her hand and crashed onto the tea table. Scalding boiled water splashed everywhere. Steam billowed up. "AH..." Amelia Shaw screamed, clutching her injured hand in agony. "My hand..." "TSK, TSK. Looks like karma is already here." Sophie Sullivan gloated, making a scissors hand and waving it arrogantly twice. This is just the beginning, and she already can’t take it? Won’t she be driven to suicide later on? Out of the corner of her eye, Sophie Sullivan saw Minimus Hart standing not far away, watching everything coolly, like an outsider. It was as if this was merely a battle between Sophie Sullivan and Amelia Shaw, and Minimus Hart was deliberately staying out of it. More precisely, Minimus Hart planned to wait until I and Amelia Shaw had fought to the bitter end, then step in to reap the rewards. Sophie Sullivan nuzzled Thomas Shannon’s neck, her voice sweet and soft. "Thomas Shannon, let’s go back to the bedroom quickly." Minimus Hart, Amelia Shaw... there would be plenty of time to deal with them in the future... Returning to the bedroom, Sophie Sullivan instantly jumped off Thomas Shannon’s back. Her energetic demeanor showed no signs of the leg weakness she’d feigned earlier. Thomas Shannon’s eyebrow tips lifted slightly. "Didn’t you just say we’d do it when we got back to the bedroom?" "When did I ever say that? Don’t you dare accuse me falsely!" Thomas Shannon reached out, his hand clasping her waist. He pulled her into his embrace, holding her tight as his handsome face drew closer, inch by inch. "Weren’t you the one complaining I was too impatient, hmm?" "I... That was just a joke. Why are you taking it so seriously?" "I never joke." So, he was implying he was going to have his way with her this once? Sophie Sullivan clenched her jaw, her light-colored eyes glaring fiercely at him. "Thomas Shannon, don’t be such a beast!" "One needs a certain amount of exercise every day to stay healthy, you know?" Sophie Sullivan clicked her tongue. "Stop spouting such sanctimonious nonsense. Is ’exercise’ in bed really proper exercise?" "Isn’t it?" "Of course not!" Tightly encircling the bristling maniac in his arms, Thomas Shannon pulled her, and they both tumbled onto the bed. "If you don’t believe me, let’s try it and see whether it’s ’proper’ or not." The man’s heavy body pressed down on her, his thin lips brushing against her soft red ones. The mere contact as he spoke sent a tingling current through her. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, white clouds, soft as cotton candy, drifted across the azure sky. In the bedroom, passion surged. ... Amelia Shaw clutched her scalded hand, roaring angrily at Minimus Hart, "What are you standing there gaping for? Can’t you call a doctor?" The maids, thoroughly annoyed by Amelia Shaw’s mistress-like airs, retorted, "You’ve got hands and a mouth, don’t you? Can’t you call for help yourself? Why must Sister Minnie do it for you?" "You’re just a lowly maid, a plaything for men! How dare you speak to me like that?" The maid’s face flushed crimson with humiliation as Amelia Shaw threw the truth in her face. Minimus Hart said calmly, "Have you forgotten all the rules you were taught? Apologize to Miss Shaw at once." The maid apologized reluctantly. Minimus Hart stepped forward, picked up the telephone, and called the medical office. After hanging up, Minimus Hart said with concern, "That’s a nasty burn. I hope it won’t leave any scars."

Chapter 233: Thomas Shannon, don’t be such a beast!

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