Thomas Shannon's expression darkened. Lillian Spencer?
Lillian Spencer was no ordinary person. Sophie was just visiting a shopping centre; could it really be such a coincidence that she ran into Lillian Spencer?
The man's deep-set eyes grew even darker, like ink, so dense it seemed impossible to dilute.
Sophie Sullivan voiced the question on her mind, "You know the President and the First Lady, so did you and Lillian Spencer grow up together as childhood sweethearts?"
"No."
Thomas Shannon answered succinctly, seemingly unwilling to discuss Lillian Spencer further.
His face was gloomy, as if covered with frost. Sophie glanced at him and knew something was on his mind.
As for what it was, was it something he couldn't tell her?
Sophie grabbed the collar of his sleep gown, her beautiful eyes raised slightly. "Thomas Shannon, are you hiding something from me?"
