"That day you told me to leave and not come back, so why are you looking for me now? What's your purpose?"
Thomas Shannon raised his hand and pinched his high nose bridge, "What other purpose could there be, just lovesickness acting up..."
It's just lovesickness acting up.
This lovesickness... only she can cure it.
The softest part of the heart was hit by the word "lovesickness," and immediately felt a tingle.
Sophie Sullivan hummed twice, "Come up."
"At your service."
Thomas Shannon's sexy thin lips curved into a happy arc, immediately hung up the phone, and ordered the man in black to drive.
The fleet slowly proceeded along the mountain road.
In the grand castle hall, Sophie Sullivan sat on the sofa, Gaby lying beside her, with his head resting on her legs.
Enjoying the master's petting.
"Miss Cecilia Branford, Thomas Shannon is here." The butler quickly approached, respectfully lowering his head to report.
