Thomas Shannon raised his eyebrows in surprise and leisurely put down the tea cup, "Is there a plan from Angus?"
"Not yet."
Sophie Sullivan shook her head, a smile in the corner of her eyes and brow.
No plan yet, what is she so happy about?
Thomas Shannon hooked his hand, and Sophie Sullivan trotted over to his side. The man stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his embrace to sit.
With one hand, he lifted her delicate chin, scrutinizing her face left and right, "Angus still has no plan, what are you pleased about?"
Sophie Sullivan widened her eyes, "Do I look pleased?"
The calloused pad of his finger gently stroked over the corner of her eyes and brow, "Yes."
"You must've seen wrong."
"Heh." Thomas Shannon felt her forehead with one hand and shook his head, chuckling softly, "It's not me seeing wrong, maybe you're sick. And quite severely, at that."
Sophie Sullivan had planned to brush it off with a few words, but he actually resorted to personal attacks!
