Chapter 1473 - 1475: You Say, I Love Her?

He walked to the bath chamber doorway and knocked impatiently. "Snowball, are you done washing?"

What he got wasn’t Snowball’s answer, but Sophie Sullivan opening the door with an ugly facial color. She cracked it open just a slit and stared at him coldly. "Who told you to come in?"

Being questioned like that, the fire in Thomas Shannon’s heart shot up in an instant. "Are you kidding me? This is my daughter’s bedroom. I still need your permission to come in?"

"First of all, this is a girl’s bedroom. You’re a tough man coming in—can you just stroll in whenever you feel like it?"

Thomas Shannon let out a snort, his cold eyes full of disdain. "Lady, friendly reminder: the ’girl’ you’re talking about, my daughter, is only three years old right now. Grown boys avoiding mothers and grown girls avoiding fathers, sure, but the prerequisite is that Snowball has already turned seven!"

"I don’t feel like arguing with you. Bottom line, without my permission you’re not allowed in! That’s it, rascal!"

Leaving those words behind, Sophie Sullivan slammed the door shut with a bang.

Thomas Shannon: "..."

Is this woman a mother tiger or what?

Her combat power is vicious!

Thomas Shannon knocked on the door and reminded Snowball, "Snowball, Daddy will tell you a bedtime story in a while. Don’t stay in there too long or you’ll catch a cold."

In a while, his daughter answered him in a milky voice, "Got it, Daddy."

Thomas Shannon finally felt somewhat cured and turned to leave.

Sophie Sullivan felt really awful inside heart. She had indeed missed these three years of Snowball’s growth, and even more, had missed this mother and daughter bond with Snowball.

If these three years Snowball hadn’t left her, then the person Snowball relied on and trusted now would be her.

Dazed, the tip of the nose got dabbed with foam.

Sophie Sullivan came back to herself and saw Snowball pressing her lips together with a smile, tiny hands dotting foam onto her face.

"Little Treasure, Mommy loves you."

Inside the study room, Thomas Shannon sat on the desk, one long leg braced on the ground. He casually picked up a cigarette and lighter from in office, lowered his head, and lit up.

Charlie River came in and saw him smoking, and reminded him in a low voice, "Young Master, smoking at this hour—be careful, Little Miss Snowball won’t like it."

Snowball’s little puppy nose was really sharp. After Thomas Shannon smoked, she’d lie in his embrace and sniff; if she smelled the smoke smell, she’d push him away and refuse to let him hold her.

Thomas Shannon was extremely irritable inside heart. He lifted his eyes and slanted a look at Charlie River. "Do you know about me and that woman?"

"You mean Young Madam?"

Thomas Shannon’s brows knitted, clearly displeased, but he didn’t say much more. "Mm."

"Young Master, do you want to hear the truth or the lies?"

Thomas Shannon grabbed the ashtray and hurled it over, growling in anger, "Are you talking nonsense?!"

Charlie River, quick-eyed, caught the ashtray and handed it back to him. Only after stepping back a few paces did he say, "Young Master, then I’ll just be blunt. Young Madam is someone you went through all kinds of trouble to trick into marriage. Even Little Miss Snowball and Young Master Westlake are both... hard-won, long-awaited by you. In short, in one sentence: you love Young Madam more than Young Madam likes you."

Thomas Shannon let out a disdainful cold snort and flicked the cigarette ash. "You’re saying I love her?"

Charlie River nodded sincerely.

Thomas Shannon narrowed his cold eyes dangerously. "You’re sure it’s not her who loves me like crazy?"

Is this woman blind or what?

So many women want something to happen with him and can’t even get the chance, and she merely ’likes’ him?

Charlie River gave a dry cough. "Young Master, if you don’t believe it, take a look at your chest—see if there’s a tattoo there."

Thomas Shannon was unimpressed. "So what if there is?"