The man in black saw her and William Westlake, and immediately greeted respectfully, "Young Madam, Young Master."
Sophie Sullivan then noticed the man leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette, as well as William Guillen beside him.
Oliver Westlake was lying in Sophie's embrace, so exhausted that he had fallen asleep.
Sophie didn't want to argue with him, so she carried Oliver into the suite. Just as she was about to close the door, a hand inserted itself through.
Thomas Shannon's low voice deliberately softened a few degrees: "Let's talk."
"I have nothing to talk about with you."
Sophie refused flatly, with no room for discussion.
Thomas sighed, "I'm here to apologize to you. If you don't want to wake Oliver, let me in."
In her arms, Oliver was already asleep, his little face flushed as he slept.
The little fellow had limited energy; after playing all night, he was exhausted.
