Sophie Sullivan's lips, as beautiful as petals, curled slightly. Sitting on her horse, her body was bathed in a layer of golden light from the sunshine, so sacred she seemed untouchable. Yet, her cold gaze carried a terrifying, imposing air.
"He said I could do as I pleased, as long as I'm having fun," she said.
Minimus Hart's pupils constricted, and she growled back, her voice full of defiance, "Impossible! Young Master would never say that!"
"Impossible?" Sophie Sullivan answered with a cold smile. "Minimus Hart, I'm Thomas Shannon's lover. I know him better than you do."
Lover...
Intense, scorching jealousy flashed through Minimus Hart's eyes. Is she flaunting it in front of me? Flaunting that she can climb into the Young Master's bed?
"Sorry, I forgot." Sophie's tone changed, and she let out a soft laugh. "Your lovers are those various men. You've probably mistaken the men you know for Thomas Shannon."
