Chapter 1423 - 1425: Little Baby, I Am Father

Thomas Shannon: "..."

Dug a pit for myself to jump into!

Sophie Sullivan turned to leave, suddenly, her shoulder felt heavy, the shameless man actually leaned over her back, pestering.

"Thomas Shannon, enough!"

Thomas Shannon sounded aggrieved, like a large Husky clinging to her, "Fennie, I want a baby..."

"Go have it yourself!"

"I want your baby."

"That’s mine, don’t think I’ll share it with you! Both are mine, mine!"

Thomas Shannon turned Sophie’s head seriously to correct her mistaken view, "Fennie, we are husband and wife, the baby is ours, it’s not about you sharing it with me."

"Haha." Sophie smiled, "My babies all have the last name Onassis."

Thomas Shannon: "..."

Heartache, why treat him this way!

"Alright, let’s not talk about this, can I touch the baby?"

"The baby doesn’t want you to touch, go away." Sophie pushed him away irritably, looking disdainful: "So heavy."

Thomas Shannon stepped back, taking the opportunity to hold her tiny hand, "Then let’s hold hands."

"You servant, what did you say just now?"

"..."

"Forgotten?" Sophie looked at him coldly, "Need me to remind you?"

"Haven’t forgotten, no need to remind." Thomas Shannon lowered his eyelids, looking extremely aggrieved.

Charlie River looked away with difficulty, unable to watch.

The young master’s lifetime of fame, all ruined!

"Then tell me loudly, what did you say just now?"

"Take me as your servant, everything at your command." Thomas Shannon raised his eyelids, quickly glancing at her, but when Sophie glared at him, he quickly lowered his eyelids, pretending nothing happened.

That anxious little look truly made Charlie River wonder how to even criticize.

Sophie struggled to pull her hand back, Thomas Shannon reluctantly still wanted to grab it, but was sternly glared back by Sophie, sulkingly retracting his hand.

"Wife..."

"Calling whom?"

Thomas Shannon immediately changed, "Fennie..."

Sophie snorted arrogantly, teaching him manners, "When you’re in my territory, you follow my rules, or else I’ll starve you for three days, beat you up and throw you out. Got it?"

"Got it." Thomas Shannon sighed softly.

Sophie, turning to leave, paused upon hearing the sound, barely turning her head, "What, you’re not convinced?"

"Convinced!" Thomas Shannon resounded strongly, fearing she wouldn’t believe.

Sophie coldly snorted, looking him up and down, "I bet you wouldn’t dare."

She was going upstairs, the servant perceptively came forward to assist.

Just as they touched Sophie’s arm, an unmerciful force pushed them away.

The servant staggered back a few steps, watching Thomas Shannon, Thomas Shannon coughed lightly, "I’m the servant, such manual labor let me do."

What more could the servant say?

Returning to the bedroom, Sophie lay down to sleep, Thomas Shannon shamelessly used her bath chamber, after a bath, sneakily climbed onto her bed.

Sophie slept deeply, Thomas Shannon’s tall body burrowed into the quilt, cautiously lifted the edge of Sophie’s sleep gown.

Exposing the yet-to-show lower abdomen.

His dry warm big palm gently covered it, gradually rubbing, just marveling at life’s wonder.

"Little baby, I’m Dad."

He withdrew his palm, his thin lips gently kissed Sophie’s lower abdomen, "You two need to be well-behaved, don’t make trouble for Mum, alright?"