Chapter 1208 - 1210: Thomas Shannon, Don’t Push Your Luck

"Who said that!"

Thomas Shannon was furious. He pinched her chin and lowered his head to take a bite on her cheek.

"Thomas Shannon, are you a dog or what?"

Liking to leave kiss marks on her was one thing, but he also liked to bite!

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips brushed a light peck over the place he’d bitten, his magnetic voice tinged with amusement. "Take me home."

"Let go first." Sophie Sullivan was putting on maximum tsundere; now he was the one asking her for a favor.

Thomas Shannon let go of her as told. Sophie Sullivan touched her cheek; fortunately there wasn’t any Tooth mark.

She snorted, turned around, and walked off.

Not hearing any footsteps behind her, she stopped. Without turning back, she only tilted her head slightly. "Not coming?"

"Hold hands." Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed tightly together as he held out his hand.

The man’s broad big palm, palm up, reached toward her. Sophie Sullivan glanced at it, her face cold. "Thomas Shannon, don’t push your luck."

Seriously, he was being spoiled rotten!

Really knew how to climb up the pole the second you handed it to him.

"Hold hands." Thomas Shannon insisted.

Sophie Sullivan clicked her tongue impatiently, staring at him for a few seconds without blinking. Finally, she still unwillingly went back, her soft, boneless tiny hands slipping into his hand.

"Satisfied now?"

"Can I make one more request?"

Sophie Sullivan rolled her eyes in a very unladylike way, grinding her teeth. "Say it."

"Kiss me again, and I’ll be even happier."

Sophie Sullivan shoved his approaching handsome face away with a slap, mercilessly. "In your dreams!"

There was a whole circle of people watching. He might be shameless, but she was still shy.

Noticing the hint of shyness hidden beneath her expression of disgust, Thomas Shannon swept his gaze around, his cold eyes glaring at the tactless man in black. "Enjoying the show?"

Charlie River gave a light cough and immediately made a gesture. "Turn around, turn around."

The man in black, following the order, turned around in perfect unison, not daring to look again.

Derek Clark, together with the guards, watched this scene with a mood so complicated it felt unbearably heavy.

If Your Highness saw this, how heartbroken would you be?

Derek Clark had never imagined that Sophie Sullivan would actually agree to take Thomas Shannon back.

This way, Thomas Shannon and Your Highness would inevitably have to meet.

At that time... what kind of Mars-colliding-with-Earth scene would it be?

"All right, no one’s watching now." With that, Thomas Shannon cupped Sophie Sullivan’s face and shamelessly kissed her.

Sophie Sullivan: "..."

Thomas Shannon’s face was probably something not even bullets or a rocket launcher could pierce.

His skin was unimaginably thick!

Thomas Shannon was tactful enough not to kiss for too long. Before Sophie Sullivan’s patience completely wore out, he let her go, took the initiative to hold her tiny hands, gave them a squeeze, and said, "Let’s go, take me back to your home."

"Hmph." Sophie Sullivan shot him a glance. "Consider you smart enough to know what’s good for you."

When they arrived at the airport, Sophie Sullivan learned that Thomas Shannon had now applied for a direct airline route, and she was forced onto his private jet.

Meanwhile, Derek Clark and the guards all boarded the originally booked airplane.

Derek Clark and the guards disagreed, but Thomas Shannon slipped an arm around Sophie Sullivan’s slender waist. "What, afraid I’ll run off with her?"

With that quick little brain of hers, actually running off with her would not be Aiden Rock.

Take your eyes off her for a second and she could stage a whole escape drama for you.

Sophie Sullivan nodded. "Derek Clark, it’s fine, don’t worry."

"Miss Cecilia Branford, I must stay by your side to protect you." Derek Clark was still insisting. Leaving Sophie Sullivan next to Thomas Shannon, he felt like she was walking into a wolf nest.

She’d only end up being bullied. At least with him there, he could still protect her at a critical moment.

"Sorry, the number of passengers is limited."