He knew from the start that she was different from other women; she was a wild horse, hard to tame.
Only by using what she feared could he control her.
After drinking the fruit juice, Sophie felt a little better. Since she didn't shake her head, Thomas Shannon took the hint and took the juice back.
His thin lips drank from the spot where she had drunk, and he spoke with double entendre: "Very sweet."
Sophie: "..."
The bastard never missed a chance to flirt.
Shameless, treating Isabel so well, it was driving her mad.
Sophie put down the chopsticks and stopped eating.
Thomas Shannon's expression froze, completely unable to fathom her mood, wondering what was wrong this time, "Cecilia, where are you going?"
"Bath."
Thomas Shannon leisurely finished the fruit juice, then chuckled softly, "Perfect, I also need a bath."
Inside the shower room, water streamed down her body.
