Chapter 1202 - 1204: Only Fennie Can Touch Me...

Painful vomiting sounds came from the bath chamber in the bedroom once more.

Sophie Sullivan took a deep breath, pretended not to hear, and continued eating.

"Urgh..."

Sophie Sullivan took another deep breath.

"Water... give me water..."

Harry, lying on the sofa with his belly exposed and sleeping soundly, woke up upon hearing the noise.

He lifted his head, meowed helplessly, and looked at Sophie Sullivan with his round eyes, then turned his gaze towards the sound, looking completely puzzled.

Sophie Sullivan held her forehead in headache, always stirring up trouble!

Getting up to return to the bath chamber, Sophie Sullivan helped the man lying on the ground up, trying to get him outside.

Thomas Shannon furrowed his brows in pain, clamped Sophie’s wrist tightly, strikingly strong for a drunk.

Sophie Sullivan winced from the pain and instantly cried out, "Thomas Shannon, let go!"

"Feeling terrible..." Thomas Shannon mumbled and then threw up.

"Ah!"

Sophie Sullivan screamed in despair, not only vomited on himself but also on her.

The sour stench was enough to make one wish to block off all senses.

Upon hearing the scream, the man slowly opened his eyes, those deep, mesmerizing eyes fixed on her.

Sophie Sullivan felt a chill run down her spine, unsettling her inside, she tapped his forehead in annoyance, "What are you staring at? Never seen a fairy?"

"Who are you?" Thomas Shannon grabbed her wrist, gripping so hard it seemed he would crush her bones.

Sophie Sullivan, filled with a fiery anger, frustrated by this drunken man adding fuel to the fire, "Thomas Shannon, let go of me!"

"Why are you approaching me?!"

"No purpose."

"Speak!" the man roared, his imposing aura was truly terrifying.

Don’t argue with a drunk man.

Sophie Sullivan repeated to herself inside, she broke free from his hand with force, got up, and walked away.

If she can’t provoke him, can’t she at least escape?

She left the bath chamber, behind her, the man staggered out as well, wherever she walked, he followed.

Sophie Sullivan stopped, suddenly turned back, catching Thomas Shannon off guard as he bumped into her.

Sophie Sullivan staggered from the collision, almost falling.

Thomas Shannon’s cold, hazy eyes watched her, seemingly wary of something. Sophie stared back at him irritably, "You say who I am, look clearly who I am!"

"Who do you say you are?"

Sophie Sullivan: "..."

If it weren’t for his reeking of alcohol and vomiting so much, Sophie Sullivan would really doubt if he was drunk!

The two covered in vomit were like a moving garbage dump, wherever they walked, the stench followed.

Sophie Sullivan was terribly headache, "Thomas Shannon, how about taking a bath first? Look at you, how dirty you are."

Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, "You’re dirty."

"Fine, fine, I’m dirty, now can you go take a bath first?"

Thomas Shannon stubbornly stared at her, "Who are you?"

"I’m the servant..." Sophie Sullivan said, extending her hand to push him into the bath chamber to bathe.

"Get out! Don’t touch me!" Thomas Shannon roared angrily, startling Sophie Sullivan.

The man continued, "What do you think you are, daring to touch me?"

Sophie Sullivan clenched her fist, unable to restrain herself from hitting him at the next second, he then lowered his eyelids and softly murmured, "Only Fennie can touch me..."

Speaking, the man’s tall body turned, and he staggered towards the bed.

Realizing what he intended to do, Sophie Sullivan rushed forward in fright, tightly hugging him, "You’re not allowed to lie down!"