She avoided his gaze guiltily, not daring to meet his cold eyes for even a second.
For the first time, the usually defiant maniac showed a guilty expression.
Thomas Shannon sneered, grabbing her jaw with one hand. "Do you think danger announces itself before it arrives? Have you no sense of safety at all?"
Sophie Sullivan knew he was angry, but she hadn't expected him to still be angry even after she had woken up.
Sophie couldn't understand it. She suddenly lifted her head, her eyes staring straight at him. "Thomas Shannon, what are you so angry about?"
"I don't want to be the one collecting your corpse!"
Sophie didn't believe him. She moved closer, staring at his criminally handsome face, her hand quietly reaching out to touch his chest.
"Tell me, are you in love with me?"
Beneath her palm, the man's heartbeat remained steady, its rhythm unchanged.
