Thomas Shannon released her, seemingly lost in thought. His deep eyes gave her a cold, indifferent glance. "Get some sleep."
Leaving her with those words, he turned and walked away.
Sophie jumped off the bed and grabbed the corner of his shirt from behind. "Thomas Shannon."
Thomas Shannon paused, lowering his head. His gaze followed the corner of his shirt to the pale, slender hand holding it.
Her pale fingers tightly gripped his black shirt, creating a striking visual contrast.
"What now?" His tone was incredibly impatient, yet his gaze remained fixed on her hand.
Sophie pouted. "Where's my medicine?"
"In the first drawer of the bedside table!"
"Oh." Letting go of his shirt corner, Sophie turned to find the medicine.
So fierce! Not a gentleman at all.
She found the medicine in the first drawer, just as he'd said. Holding the medicine bottle, she got up to pour some water.