No woman can refuse the praise of words, especially a woman like Sophie Sullivan, who is naturally beautiful yet has suffered disfigurement.
She needs others to acknowledge her beauty even more.
Just like before, she stubbornly wanted others to admit her beauty.
Upon hearing Thomas Shannon's words, Sophie lowly laughed and softened into his embrace.
She raised her slender index finger, drawing circles on his chest, "Tell me, who exactly are you? You are not the Thomas Shannon I know."
Thomas Shannon slightly raised his eyebrow tips, the power of praise is far more fulfilling than threats.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, his deep voice magnetically alluring, "I'll tell you some good news, you have a lifetime to completely understand Thomas Shannon."
"That's clearly bad news, spending a lifetime tied to this bad fellow, I'll be furious to death."
"How could that be?"
