"Are you tired? Go back for an afternoon rest, hmm?"
Sophie Sullivan nodded absentmindedly, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Carry me back."
"At your service."
Thomas Shannon carried Sophie Sullivan back to the bedroom, laid her down on the bed, and she turned over, rubbing against the smooth silk quilt, then closed her eyes.
Thomas Shannon lay down beside her, propping his head with one hand, his deep gaze unwaveringly fixed on her.
Only when her breathing gradually became even and light did he get up from the bed and leave the bedroom.
As he left, Gaby seized the chance to enter the bedroom, lay by the bedside, and fell into a deep sleep.
Since it was daytime, Thomas Shannon turned a blind eye to Gaby's behavior, giving tacit permission.
Back in the study room, Thomas Shannon picked up the mobile phone and made a phone call.
On the other end, a sweet female voice answered with a hint of cheerfulness, "Brother Shannon?"
