Had she taken the initiative to bite him?
If he hadn’t offered his hand, could she have managed to injure him with a bite?
"Thomas Shannon, don’t you dare try to frame me!"
What did he mean, she’d left marks on him by biting? It was clearly his own doing!
Despicably shameless, twisting right from wrong and black from white!
Thomas Shannon gave a bewitching smile, a wicked charm flowing from the corner of his eyes that was intensely alluring. He leaned down. "So I’m playing the victim. What can you do about it?"
What a truly shameless scoundrel!
Sophie endured and endured, but finally, it became unbearable. She raised her hand, intending to slap his face.
Before her hand could even touch his face, he caught it in mid-air.
Thomas Shannon tilted his head, glanced at her hand, and his lips curled into a sneer. "Want to hit me? That depends on whether I’m willing."
Sophie’s lips curved into a smile. "Whether you’re willing or not, you have to be. Don’t forget..."
She still had another hand!
In a split second, Sophie’s other hand flew swiftly toward his face.
The crisp sound echoed through the bedroom.
Time seemed to stand still, and the scene appeared to freeze along with it.
Sophie hadn’t used much force, yet from Thomas Shannon’s expression, it seemed to really hurt...
Sophie felt a stir of unease. "Thomas Shannon..." she whispered his name, but he didn’t respond.
Instead, he stared at her unblinkingly with those deep, sea-like eyes, their color slightly cold.
His thin lips, pressed tightly together, already indicated his rising anger.
"Eaten a leopard’s gall, have you, hmm?" Thomas Shannon seized her jaw with one hand, squeezing hard.
Sophie cried out in pain, letting out a low groan. "It hurts..."
Was he going to crush her?
Thomas Shannon’s eyes were scarlet, and the arc at the corner of his lips was chillingly cruel. "Your unwillingness is futile," he said. "Here, you can only obey orders."
"Thomas Shannon, if you dare, I’ll take you down with me!"
"Maniac, when did you become so fierce?"
Sophie glared at him fiercely. "Haven’t I always been this fierce?"
Thomas Shannon was particularly terrifying when he was silent.
His cold eyes were like two bottomless cold-pools, deep and unfathomable. They resembled the breakless ocean, capable of easily drawing someone in and mercilessly drowning them.
At this very moment, he pursed his lips, saying nothing, and the surrounding air dropped to a freezing point.
Sophie knew she had angered him; she would definitely suffer the consequences.
It was only in this second that she also realized how impulsive her actions had been.
Especially now, when she still needed Thomas Shannon to find a doctor to treat her face. Angering him at this time would bring her nothing but harm and offer no benefits.
Sophie took a deep breath. Before Thomas Shannon could say anything, she was the first to lower her head. "I’m sorry."
Her delicate voice carried a touch of deliberate ingratiation. Soft and sweet, it was like the most intimate coaxing between lovers.
After speaking, Sophie raised her hand and gently touched his handsome face where she had hit him. "Does it still hurt?"
Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened. "What tricks are you playing now?"
"I’m just concerned about you. Why must you think so poorly of people?"
Even Sophie herself lacked confidence as she said this; she felt intensely guilty.
Thomas Shannon scoffed disdainfully, glaring at her. "You? Concerned about me?"
Sophie, craning her neck defiantly, retorted, determined to argue to the end, "Can’t I? Is it wrong to care about you?"
"Then tell me, is it acceptable or not? Make it clear. That way, I’ll know how to take my cues from you in the future."
Thomas Shannon, his hand still gripping her jaw tightly, paused.