Chapter 1513 Send Him Back Where He Came From

Hotel.

Thomas Shannon emerged from the bath chamber, towel in hand, drying his hair as he entered the living room.

Charlie River had already decanted the red wine for him; seeing him come out, poured him a glass.

“Young Master, Young Madam has already bathed Little Miss Snowball.”

“Hmm.” Thomas Shannon took the red wine, sat on the sofa, and received the wireless earpiece Charlie River handed him.

Hearing William Westlake want to sleep with Sophie Sullivan, Thomas Shannon instinctively frowned, but upon hearing Sophie Sullivan’s gentle persuasion, his tightly knitted brows eased unconsciously.

This woman, can be gentle?

Just a sip of red wine, hearing someone say she was the cutest, almost made him spray the wine out.

Thomas Shannon coughed, “Cough, cough.”

Charlie River couldn’t help but be curious; what could possibly be happening over there, so sensational that it made the Young Master cough?

Thomas Shannon put down the wine glass, and after finally regaining his composure, he heard that reckless woman complaining about the bedtime story he told Little Snowball.

Isn’t the Soldier King good?

Isn’t the last warrior exciting?

Why can’t he tell these to Snowball?

Thomas Shannon found Sophie Sullivan really had a knack for annoying people.

While listening to her soft voice narrating the clichéd Snow White, Thomas Shannon’s corner of the mouth hooked into a faint smile, continuing to sip red wine.

It was late at night, yet he felt indifferent.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the neon below, his thoughts began to drift away…

The next morning.

Sunshine streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow across the floor.

A gentle breeze blew, the white gauze curtain lightly fluttering in the air, and the scent of flowers filled the air.

Waking naturally after a full sleep, Sophie Sullivan opened her eyes and saw Snowball sleeping beside her.

Sophie Sullivan leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, waking Snowball with one kiss.

Snowball rubbed her sleepy eyes, in a cute little voice, “Good morning, Mommy.”

“Good morning, Snowball.” Sophie Sullivan propped her head up with a hand, “Do you want to linger in bed a while longer?”

Snowball shook her head, “It’s time for breakfast.”

Sophie Sullivan: “…”

Such self-discipline is hard to believe came from a three-year-old little one.

How exactly did Thomas Shannon educate Snowball?

Snowball’s innocence?

Snowball’s playfulness?

Today is a special day, Snowball didn’t cry on her first day at the Onassis Old Castle.

Sophie Sullivan held William Westlake with her left hand, and Snowball with her right, feeling life had become complete.

Inside the opulent palace-style restaurant, the long dining table was already laden with exquisite breakfast.

Sophie Sullivan lifted the milk excitedly, “Today is our family’s first breakfast together, cheers!”

Snowball paused with her milk in hand, put down the milk, and held out four fingers, “Four people.”

“Hmm?”

Snowball seriously corrected her, “It’s a family of four.”

Sophie Sullivan: “…”

She intentionally excluded Thomas Shannon, yet Snowball forcibly added him back.

Sigh…

Having just drunk her milk, the butler approached Sophie Sullivan with a complicated expression, leaned in and whispered, “Miss Cecilia Branford, Thomas Shannon is here again.”

He’s here again?

Sophie Sullivan snorted coldly, “Tell him to go back where he came from.”

Not seeing him!

Seeing him gives me a headache!

“Is it Daddy?” Snowball tilted her little head, her clear black and white eyes full of doubt.

Sophie Sullivan coughed lightly, shifted her gaze, daring not to look her in the eyes, “No, it’s a beggar at the foot of the mountain, and Mum had them send him away.”