Chapter 1207 - 1209: All Right, Take Me With You

Sophie Sullivan was nearly suffocating and had to push against his chest.

The man released her, but still controlled her, domineeringly holding the back of her head with one hand, pressing her head against his hard chest.

Sophie Sullivan panted slightly, swinging her rosy fists and punching his chest twice, "If I die, will you still be able to live?"

Lucifer wouldn’t let him go.

Clearly, Thomas Shannon misunderstood her meaning, thinking she had long held him in her grasp, only to grind his teeth in anger, his jaw tight, "Your heart is as clear as a mirror, so, for me to live, you must not die."

Sophie Sullivan snorted, and Thomas Shannon pinched her cheek with one hand, "What, you’re not convinced?"

"Isn’t that obvious?" She felt a pain in her face and complained irritably, "Ouch, it hurts so much..."

"Then let it hurt you to death!" The man said viciously.

In his eyes, frustration and unwillingness intertwined.

How could he not be unsatisfied?

It was just in the time he took a phone call that she dared to put on a show of escape, time and again challenging his limits.

This woman was really not afraid of death!

"Let go, I want to leave." Sophie Sullivan, tired of entangling with him, huffed angrily.

"Leave?" A frost instantly covered Thomas Shannon’s handsome face.

Sophie Sullivan was already used to it. If he smiled like a blooming flower someday, that would be strange.

After all, she had long known that Thomas Shannon was a capricious fellow and had already become immune to his cold face.

"Sophie, where else do you want to go?!"

"Home."

"This is your home!"

"Nonsense." Sophie Sullivan rolled her eyes at him, that face expressing ’Thomas Shannon, are you crazy?’, deeply irritating Thomas Shannon’s eyes.

He pinched her tender cheek with one hand, coldly curling his lips, "Whether I’m talking nonsense, you’ll know when you come back with me."

"Stop it, I want to go home, to my own home!"

"Say it again!"

"I want to go back."

"Fine, take me with you."

Sophie Sullivan blurted out, "Fine!"

Just as the words left her mouth, Sophie Sullivan felt something was amiss. She squinted her eyes, suspiciously looking at the man smiling proudly, "I didn’t just say anything, did I?"

Thomas Shannon rubbed her tofu-soft little face, "Fennie, you just said you want to take me home."

"Illusion!" Sophie Sullivan shook her head solemnly, "It’s wrong of you to do this, Comrade Thomas Shannon."

"Call me husband." Thomas Shannon’s hand, which was rubbing her cheek, suddenly turned into a pinch.

So oblivious, in need of correction!

Sophie Sullivan puffed up her cheeks, "If you keep pinching, I’m really going to get angry."

"As if you haven’t made me angry enough?"

In other words, you can get angry if you want; Young Master Shannon doesn’t care at all.

"Rascal."

Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, "Call me husband, let’s hear it."

"Scoundrel!"

"At least these few days I’ve been wholeheartedly serving you, calling me husband isn’t too much to ask, is it?"

"Annoying."

Sophie Sullivan raised her hand and punched his chest twice, "Thomas Shannon, let go."

"No."

"It’s you who don’t want to go home with me, so don’t blame me later." Sophie Sullivan lifted her delicate chin, looking extremely proud.