The maid outfit she wore had become a burden. She gasped for breath, her breathing growing rapid, inhaling more than she could exhale... Her vision blurred, her body swayed—a nightmare revisited as she pitched forward, falling right towards the crocodile.
At the last minute, someone pulled her firmly, bringing her into his hard embrace. Her waist was tightly gripped, her body turned in another direction. Sophie Sullivan felt dizzy and collapsed into the darkness.
Thomas Shannon looked at the woman who had fainted in his arms, his handsome face terrifyingly grim. The arm gripping her waist tightened, and he visibly restrained himself several times before finally succumbing to the urge to pinch her cheek. "How can you fall in the same place twice? Are you mentally handicapped?"
Sophie Sullivan, faint from the searing heatwave, had an unnatural flush on her cheeks. The spot he had pinched was now a red mark that lingered for a long time.
