Chapter 1531: What, You Dare Do It but Fear Me Seeing?

She was extremely calm, with no trace of panic or confusion in her demeanor.

Thomas Shannon’s cold & strict gaze fell on Sophie Sullivan’s naked, snow-white skin.

Joey Morgan had only a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and the intimate scene made it look very much like post-coital tenderness.

Thomas Shannon thought that, caught on the spot, Sophie Sullivan should feel ashamed, and should furiously point at the tip of his nose and demand him to get out.

But she did not.

She was extremely calm, as if looking at a stranger.

Thomas Shannon sneered, quickly walked over, as Sophie Sullivan’s lazy voice sounded, “I advise you not to come over, isn’t your head already green enough?”

Green?

Thomas Shannon’s gaze fixed on the small red spots on her neck and collarbone.

That damned woman!

Joey Morgan was excellent at reading behavior, and at this time had already reached an understanding with Sophie Sullivan, “Mister, please leave and do not disturb us.”

Thomas Shannon leisurely unbuttoned the cufflinks and rolled the black shirt sleeves up to his elbows, “You have five seconds to escape from here.”

Joey Morgan hadn’t reacted yet when a shadow attacked, causing a sharp pain in his nose bone, and fresh blood immediately flowed down.

Covering his nose, Joey Morgan stood up as Thomas Shannon grabbed his shoulder and threw him on the ground, stepping fiercely on his chest.

“Enough, Thomas Shannon!” Sophie Sullivan reprimanded coldly, “This is not a place for you to go wild!”

“Feeling heartache?” Thomas Shannon raised an eyebrow, his cold & strict demeanor fully revealed, and pressed down even harder with his foot.

Joey Morgan cried out in pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His body curled up in pain, like a struggling shrimp.

Sophie Sullivan wrapped herself in the quilt, sat up, her face full of anger, “If you dare harm him again, I will never forgive you!”

Lowering his gaze, Thomas Shannon looked at the man underfoot, blood already covered most of his face, making his original appearance unrecognizable, “Since you said so, I will let him be punished even more.”

As he lifted the foot on Joey Morgan’s chest, just as he was about to step down with force to break his ribs—

A hard object smashed over.

The perfume from the bedside table smashed over, hitting Thomas Shannon’s forehead precisely.

Blood trickled out from the forehead, and flowed down.

Blood, like clawing vines, crept over his handsome, shadowy face, adding an even more terrifying atmosphere to his gloom.

“Get out.”

Thomas Shannon ignored the command, grabbing hold of the quilt, ready to pull it away.

Sophie Sullivan’s lips curled with a mocking smile, “I advise you not to do this, I don’t have a habit of letting people watch post-coital.”

“What, dare to do it but afraid to let me see?”

With force, Thomas Shannon pulled, Sophie Sullivan couldn’t compete with his strength, and the quilt was taken away by his force, leaving her exposed in front of him—

With a flick of his hand, he tossed aside the quilt, Thomas Shannon sneered, “Doing it in a bikini?”

“It’s~intimate fun, what do you understand.” Sophie Sullivan got off the bed~, her entire body covered with mosquito bites made her extremely uncomfortable, yet stubbornly she refused to scratch in front of Thomas Shannon.

She went into the bath chamber, intending to leave in a bathrobe.

As soon as she stepped into the bath chamber, the man followed closely behind, Sophie Sullivan holding the bathrobe, frowned and scolded, “Who let you in?”

Thomas Shannon forcefully pushed, pinning her against the wall, her back collided heavily onto the cold wall, causing Sophie Sullivan to furrow her brows in pain, angrily kicking him.

“Thomas Shannon, if you want to go crazy, go back to your own Country to do it, don’t damn well sway in front of me!”

Thomas Shannon grabbed her jaw with one hand, forcing her to look up and face him.