Chapter 1211 - 1213: Forget a Signature, I’d Give You My Life

"Who can’t you kiss, why does it have to be Isabel? Don’t you know she’s the one who hurt me?"

Thomas Shannon placed his broad palm on her head, soothingly ruffling her hair, "Fennie..."

"Don’t call me Fennie, call me Miss Cecilia!" Sophie Sullivan grabbed his collar with one hand, "Anyone but Isabel, understand?"

"So, the crux of the issue is that I can kiss anyone, as long as it’s not Isabel?"

Sophie was about to nod, halfway through, she controlled herself sharply, "No!"

She almost got tricked by him!

Sophie angrily pinched his neck, her beautiful small face was taut, "Don’t speak in riddles, you can’t kiss anyone! Thomas Shannon, you’re my man, if you’re not clean, you’re worthless."

"Charlie, bring paper and pen."

"What do you need paper and pen for?"

Sophie smiled mischievously, gently patting his handsome face with her soft little hand, "Write it down in black and white, sign with your big name, Young Master Shannon, and put a fingerprint, then I’ll believe you."

Thomas Shannon: "..."

When did she get so smart?

After Sophie spoke, she turned her head to urge Charlie, "Charlie, hurry up, don’t dawdle."

Charlie glanced at the young master, seeing him nod in agreement, then nodded and went to prepare paper and pen.

In a while, Charlie brought the paper and pen and placed them on the tabletop.

Sophie picked up the pen and started writing on the pristine A4 paper, for safety’s sake, she wrote a version each in the languages of Country A and Country F.

The agreement came in two copies, and she bowed her head, her slender fingers, like scallions, holding the black pen, writing attentively.

Thomas Shannon held her, occasionally giving her cheek a light peck, "Take your time writing, no rush."

"Thomas Shannon, stop messing around." Sophie nudged him with her elbow and continued.

This serious look of hers was indeed all business, not a hint of ambiguity.

After Thomas Shannon had kissed enough, Sophie had also finished writing, she signed her name first, then handed the pen to Thomas Shannon, squinting with a smile, urging him, "Sign it quickly."

"If you want me to sign, you have to give me a little something sweet, right?"

Otherwise, he wouldn’t sign easily.

Sophie tilted her head, thought for a moment, wrapped her lotus-like arms around his neck, and pecked his handsome face, "There’s your sweet."

"Not enough."

Thinking to appease him with a small sweet, she really underestimated him.

Sophie held his handsome face, shaking it left and right, "Thomas Shannon, know when to stop, got it?"

"Then call me husband once."

"Husband~"

"Again."

"Husband~"

Thomas Shannon, being appeased by her, felt his mood lighten with these two calls of husband.

His thin lips moved to her ear, his magnetic voice hoarse, "How are you so obedient, hmm?"

"Isn’t it good to be obedient?"

"Good, very good. Don’t just mention signing, I’d give you my life."

Thomas Shannon picked up the pen, his vigorous strokes flew across the A4 paper, the powerful three characters pressed through the paper.

Sophie happily picked it up for a look, then turned her head to shout at Charlie, "Charlie, inkpad, inkpad~"

"Madman, there’s no inkpad here..." Charlie showed a troubled expression, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to give it, but... there really wasn’t an inkpad prepared on the airplane.

Sophie withdrew her gaze in disappointment, staring directly at Thomas Shannon’s fingers, he tapped his fingers on the tabletop, "Eyes rolling around, what are you thinking with that little noggin of yours?"

"Bite your finger." Sophie looked at him expectantly.

Thomas Shannon’s mouth twitched slightly, biting his finger for a fingerprint?

Only she would dare ask him that!

"Is it absolutely necessary?"

"Absolutely necessary!"

"Can’t we do it after we get off the plane?" Thomas Shannon pinched her delicate chin, shaking it left and right, a barely perceptible doting hidden in his cold eyes.

"No, no, do it now."

Thomas Shannon wore a pained expression, his gaze moved to Harry, whose big, round eyes were staring at them from the tabletop.

Harry’s fur gradually bristled, its intuition as a cat sensing its master was targeting it.

"Raising soldiers for a thousand days, using them for a moment, Harry, donate two drops of blood." Thomas Shannon reached out his sinful hand towards Harry, who yowled in despair and leapt away in an instant.