"That day you told me to leave and never come back, so why are you looking for me now? What is your purpose?"
Thomas Shannon lifted his hand, pinched his high nose bridge, "What other purpose could there be, just struck by lovesickness..."
Just struck by lovesickness.
This lovesickness... only she can cure.
The softest part of the heart was hit by the words 'lovesickness', suddenly tingling coldly.
Sophie Sullivan expressed a soft complaint, "Come on up."
"At your service."
Thomas Shannon's sexy thin lips curled into a happy arc, he hung up the phone immediately and signaled the man in black to drive.
The fleet moved slowly along the mountain road.
In the grand castle hall, Sophie was sitting on the sofa, Gaby was lying beside her with its head resting on her legs.
Enjoying the master's gentle head strokes.
"Miss Cecilia Branford, Thomas Shannon is here." The butler stepped forward quickly, bowing his head respectfully to report.
