"Thomas Shannon, you must be the most fickle and temperamental man in the world!"
Fickle and temperamental?
A faint smirk touched Thomas Shannon's lips. "If you have anything else to say, spill everything hidden in your heart."
Sophie struggled, twisting her body. "Let me go first..."
"Just say it like this."
"So many people are watching, Thomas Shannon, you..."
Before Sophie could finish, Thomas Shannon had already pulled her into the lounge.
He pinned her against the wall, the corner of his lips curling into a wicked smile. "Now no one can see us."
Sophie said nothing.
She remained silent for a long moment. Thomas lowered his head. "Fennie, speak."
"Thomas Shannon, can you let me go?"
Sophie was truly tired. Before Lucifer found her, she could only rely on Thomas Shannon.
She admitted that she had indeed taken advantage of him, but she had also compensated him with her body.
