Thomas Shannon's bright brow slightly furrowed, a look of impatience appeared on his face, his voice grew deeper, "Hurry up, my patience is limited."
"What do you like to hear, at least give me a hint!"
"Think for yourself!"
Sophie Sullivan was fuming, while Thomas Shannon was completely out of patience, even his tone turned despicable.
The patience he had just now was gone completely, it seemed if she couldn't say something he liked, he'd be angry.
And her breakfast would be gone too.
Sophie suddenly groaned in pain, her voice weak, "Thomas Shannon, my face hurts..."
The man's gaze fixed at a certain point, after a few seconds, he looked at her, Sophie furrowed her brow tightly, her face full of agony.
Thomas Shannon immediately stood up, came to the bedside, leaned over and looked at her, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Sophie nodded, "It's killing me, give me a painkiller quick..."
