After a while, Thomas Shannon suddenly started to laugh.
With a shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand and gently stroked her gauze-wrapped face. "I won't hold it against you since you're sick."
"So should I kneel down and kowtow to the magnanimous Young Master Shannon to show my gratitude?"
Even Charlie River, standing to the side, couldn't bear to listen anymore. Every word from that maniac is laced with thorns, full of provocation. She must be tired of living! Only the Young Master would indulge her like this! If this were before, she'd have long been thrown into the crocodile pond to feed the crocodiles! It wouldn't be her turn to be so arrogant now.
Thomas Shannon's expression darkened slightly. Restraining himself, he withdrew his hand. "You get some rest."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left. If he stayed any longer, he feared her sharp tongue would infuriate him.
「Upon returning to the ancient castle, it was already dinner time.」
