Chapter 1201 - 1203: Thomas Shannon, Wake Up

She vigorously ignored, grumbling irritably, "Suffer till you drop dead..."

"Water..."

Thomas Shannon groaned in pain, his voice hoarse and low.

Sophie Sullivan sipped her iced fruit juice, feeling extremely pleasant. Of course, if it weren’t for those painful sounds, she would be happier.

Smack!

Chopsticks slammed heavily on the tabletop, and Sophie stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

The man’s bright brows were tightly furrowed, his hand unconsciously undoing the shirt buttons. His black shirt was tugged open, revealing a large expanse of sexy chest.

He continued to mumble about wanting water, and as Sophie approached, she could smell the strong alcohol.

She let out a hum, turned around and poured a cup of water, returning to the bedside.

Extending her index finger, she poked his handsome face, "Here’s the water."

However, a man drunk as a skunk has no ability to drink water by himself.

"Water...water..."

Thomas Shannon’s voice was painful and uncomfortable, Sophie placed the water on the bedside table, attempting to help him up.

The man’s tall body was unbearably heavy, and on top of that, he was drunk. Sophie found it incredibly difficult to try and get him standing.

"Thomas Shannon, could you cooperate a bit?" Every time she almost had him in her embrace, his body slipped down again.

After several attempts, Sophie became angry, pinching hard on the soft flesh at his waist, "You really don’t give people peace of mind."

Summoning all her strength, she managed to prop him up. No sooner had she had him leaning into her embrace, Thomas Shannon wore a face of pain, on the verge of vomiting.

"Hold it in, Thomas Shannon!"

At the critical moment, Sophie covered his mouth, dragged him off the bed, staggeringly supporting him into the bath chamber.

Opening the toilet lid, Sophie was sweating profusely, "Alright, go ahead and vomit."

"Ugh..."

Thomas Shannon bent over and started vomiting painfully.

Sophie covered her mouth and nose with one hand, retreating repeatedly.

After a while, Thomas Shannon collapsed onto the floor, motionless.

Sophie flushed the toilet, standing beside Thomas Shannon and poking him with her foot, "Thomas Shannon?"

"..."

"Thomas Shannon, wake up."

"..."

"Do you plan to sleep in the bath chamber for one night tonight?"

"..."

The man’s handsome face had adopted a more painful expression, lying on the floor, disheveled. Several shirt buttons seemed to have popped off, revealing a well-defined chest.

His sexy adam’s apple rolled enticingly up and down with his painful groans.

Sophie turned to leave, having exhausted her strength, yet her unfilled stomach began to rumble again.

"Fennie..."

Suddenly hearing the man’s unconscious mumbling, Sophie stopped in her tracks, turning back to look at him.

Admittedly, this man was excessively handsome, drawing countless admirers to flock towards him.

He naturally possessed a captivating charm, effortlessly attracting others, making them go crazy for him.

From Amelia Shaw, to Minimus Hart, then from Minimus Hart to Raina Bell, now there’s also Cheryl Chew...

The women around him were never scarce.

Sophie, feeling a headache, held her forehead. Sophie, what on earth are you thinking about? How many women are around him has nothing to do with you.

He’s already told you to leave; becoming strangers until the end is the only outcome.

Sophie patted her head, planning to let him lie here for a while, once she had filled her stomach, she would bring him back to the bedroom.

Returning to the dining table in the living room, she picked up the chopsticks and began to eat a while.