Perhaps it was because he had tired her out that she fell asleep so quickly. Thomas Shannon held Sophie Sullivan’s soft body, listening to her calm and steady breathing sound, his fingertips gently grazing the scars on her face.
If this face were healed, what a devastating beauty she would be then?
Thomas Shannon realized that he had unintentionally found a treasure.
The fragrant and soft woman in his embrace was the one he had picked up.
Unexpectedly, she was also God’s favorite, blessed with an extraordinary appearance and figure.
"Maniac, you are mine."
Like a spell, Thomas Shannon whispered solemnly and softly by the sleeping Sophie Sullivan’s ear.
Amelia Shaw had been very well-behaved these days.
After Thomas Shannon returned, she no longer went out, and of course, she barely used the card Thomas Shannon gave her.
It wasn’t that she had integrity, but rather she wanted to avoid giving him the impression that she was a gold digger while their relationship was still uncertain.
These days, she watched the maniac monopolize Thomas Shannon every day, but she couldn’t say a word.
All she could do was to be obedient and listen to him.
Whatever Thomas Shannon told her to do, she would do it, without arguing, quarreling, or making a fuss.
Men, especially powerful ones like Thomas Shannon, can’t possibly have only one woman.
Now that he still has a novelty for the maniac, let him continue to play with her.
In the end, he would still choose a well-behaved and obedient woman for marriage, to have children.
"What are you standing there for? Didn’t you hear me tell you to get lost?" Sophie Sullivan sat on the sofa, scratching Harry’s chin with one hand and pinching a fresh grape with the other, putting it into her mouth.
Her eyebrows knitted together slightly, looking dissatisfied at Amelia Shaw, who was standing in front of her, blocking her view.
Amelia Shaw bit her lips, looking like a pitiful victim. She placed the freshly washed cherry tomatoes on the tea table in front of Sophie Sullivan.
"Maniac, I washed some cherry tomatoes for you. Try them."
"An unsolicited offer of help is either a plot or a theft."
Sophie Sullivan snorted coldly, completely ignoring her.
"Maniac, you really misunderstood me... I just want to live in peace with you. I have no ill intentions toward you. Since Thomas Shannon likes you so much now, I want to do something for him..."
Amelia Shaw clasped her hands helplessly, twisting them uneasily. She laughed self-deprecatingly, "But I found out that I can’t do anything for him. So, I have to take care of you to make him happy."
"Thomas Shannon can take care of me himself. Who are you to him that it’s your turn to take care of me?"
These words were extremely malicious.
But Sophie Sullivan didn’t care. Seeing Amelia Shaw’s face turn pale in an instant, Sophie Sullivan hooked her finger, signaling her to come closer.
Amelia Shaw hesitated and bent down.
Sophie Sullivan lowered her voice, the smile at the corner of her lips cold and tinged with a faint hint of viciousness, "That day in the flower garden, I heard everything you said. If you don’t want Thomas Shannon to know, then get lost and stay far away from me. Avoid any place where I am. Don’t keep wandering around in front of me all day."
Amelia Shaw’s body swayed; she gasped.
She... heard everything?
Sophie Sullivan idly played with her slender, pale fingers, her voice revealing a haughty arrogance, "I have a bad temper. If you annoy me by wandering around, I will tell Thomas Shannon every single word I heard."
"Maniac, what nonsense are you talking about? I don’t understand what you’re saying."
Amelia Shaw forced herself to remain composed, denying Sophie Sullivan’s words, then turned to leave.
As she left, her panicked steps betrayed her true emotions...