After a while, the man returned to his seat.
Thomas Shannon, with an indifferent look on his face, had his elegantly arched chin grabbed by Sophie Sullivan, who twisted his head around.
Forced to look at her, Thomas Shannon frowned, his cold eyes flashing a hint of displeasure.
Sophie Sullivan smiled, "I said I didn't agree, so why are you leaving?"
"You didn't say you agreed either."
"Won't you even give me a moment to consider?" Sophie rolled her eyes at him, "Bring the wine, isn't it just drinking? I'll drink."
Isn't it just drinking, what's the big deal?
Sophie Sullivan would be afraid of him?
"This is what you said, I didn't force you." Thomas Shannon hooked the corner of his mouth, smiling meaningfully.
Sophie withdrew her hand and waved it impatiently, "Alright, bring the wine."
Thomas turned his head and ordered in a deep voice, "Charlie River, go to the wine cellar and bring out those few bottles I've been cherishing."
