I vaguely recall Thomas Shannon calling him William Guillen?
William Guillen's gaze met hers, and he smiled faintly. "You're called Maniac?"
Sophie Sullivan remained silent.
"Such a waste for you to be with Thomas Shannon. Why not come with me instead?"
Sophie leaned over, extending a slender arm to pour wine for William Guillen.
Before she could pour, Thomas Shannon yanked her back.
He seized her chin, wrenching her head around. Thomas Shannon sneered, "Maniac, you only need to pour wine for me. Understand?"
In his eyes, Sophie saw a flicker of possessiveness.
Possessiveness? He's possessive of me? How ridiculous.
Then again, isn't this exactly what I wanted? To conquer Thomas Shannon, isn't that about making him fall in love with me?
Although, with my current face, it's a huge challenge. I have to find a way to make this face look better.
"Understood, Young Master." Sophie leaned quietly into Thomas Shannon's embrace, playing the part of an obedient maid.
A satisfied smile touched Thomas Shannon's lips. Very good. This is how a maid should behave.
He picked up the goblet with one hand. He didn't drink from it but instead brought it to her lips.
"Drink."
His two words, deep and commanding, carried an air of irresistible authority.
Without hesitation, Sophie drank the entire glass of wine, his hand guiding it.
After one glass, Sophie felt dizzy.
Her fair cheeks flushed crimson.
Her mesmerizing eyes grew hazier, shimmering as if veiled by a thin, intoxicating mist that glinted like water.
William Guillen shifted into a more comfortable position, crossing his long legs and propping his head on one hand. "Thomas," he said lazily, "your 'Maniac' seems to be a lightweight."
Thomas Shannon glanced sideways at Sophie. Her cheeks were flushed, and amidst her vibrant beauty was a touch of endearing, naive cuteness.
Her eyes, veiled with moisture, looked utterly pitiful.
A single glance could stir one's heart.
Thomas Shannon lifted his index finger, lightly tracing the contours of her face. Even half of her face is this captivating. If her entire face were restored, her power to ensnare would be truly formidable.
"Young Master, I..."
"Hm?"
Sophie rested her head in the crook of his neck, her arms encircling his neck, her breath as fragrant as orchids. "I think I'm drunk..."
"Really?" Thomas Shannon ruthlessly pushed her head away.
Sophie pouted, snuggling closer again and murmuring, "Young Master..."
Her slow, drawling voice held a hint of artless coquetry.
Its devastating effect on men was almost instantaneous.
Thomas Shannon's eyes darkened. Damn it! he cursed inwardly. Since when has my self-control gotten this bad?
William Guillen had long since noticed something was off with him and struggled to suppress his laughter. "Thomas, if you were to abandon me at a time like this, I wouldn't mind at all."
"Get lost!"
Thomas Shannon picked up the drunken Sophie in his arms and headed upstairs.
Sophie's head swam; the world spun around her, and her body felt so light it was as if she were floating.
She felt terribly nauseous and clung tightly to Thomas Shannon's neck. "I want to throw up..."
"Hold it in!"
"So fierce," she mumbled, boldly patting his handsome face. "Behave yourself a little, okay?"
Behave? That damn woman! Does she really think she can walk all over me?!
He strode into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with his heel.
Thomas Shannon tossed Sophie onto the bed. Her body bounced hard a few times before settling onto the mattress.