Sophie Sullivan became angry out of embarrassment. She shot a glare at Thomas Shannon and got up to leave.
A sudden tightening on her wrist pulled her back abruptly.
She ended up in Thomas's arms. As soon as she lifted her head, hot kisses fell upon her.
Sophie placed both hands on Thomas's chest, trying to push him away a couple of times. "Thomas, you..."
"Shut up!"
Thomas bit her lower lip in fury. "I don't want to hear you speak right now."
He especially didn't want to hear the words 'Frank Mitchell' coming from her mouth!
When Young Master Shannon was angered, the consequences were severe.
Sophie struggled for a moment. When she couldn't push him away, she decisively went from being defensive to offensive, hugging his neck and biting down on his lips.
He dared to bite me?
Well, I'll bite him back!
Sophie's hazy, beautiful eyes stared at him; Thomas's gloomy, cold eyes stared right back.
Neither of them was willing to give in to the other.
