"Gabriel played with her."
Sophie shrugged indifferently. "However, Minimus Hart couldn't stand playing. After two rounds, she got dizzy."
Sophie stared at Thomas Shannon without blinking, unwilling to miss any subtle expression on his face.
Thomas Shannon hooked the corner of his mouth slightly and raised his hand. Just as his fingertips were about to touch her face, Sophie quickly dodged her head back.
She looked at him warily. "What do you want to do?"
"Fennie, what are you feeling guilty about?"
She wasn't guilty!
Sophie pursed her lips. Thomas Shannon's hand covered her face, his calloused fingertips caressing her skin. "What are you thinking?"
"Aren't you angry?"
The person she hurt was Minimus Hart.
His loyal servant leader, who had done so much for him.
"Why should I be angry?"
Listening to Thomas Shannon's deep, magnetic voice, Sophie's heart softened. She lowered her eyelids halfway. "Minimus Hart..."
