Sophie Sullivan knew she was at fault and could only raise her hand to gently pat his arm.
"Alright, alright, I know now..."
Her jaw was grasped by a strong hand.
Sophie Sullivan was forced to look up, her eyes unintentionally meeting Thomas Shannon’s deep, dark, cold eyes.
In his eyes, Sophie Sullivan saw her own tiny reflection.
With their bodies close and their breaths intermingling, an indescribable ambiguity was fermenting...
A low, magnetic voice sounded by her ear.
Sophie Sullivan hesitated for a while. "Huh?"
"No sign of gratitude at all?"
Thomas Shannon’s brow furrowed deeply. Was this her only response to the doctor he had gone through so much trouble to find for her?
Not even a single expression of gratitude?
Wasn’t this the time to repay him with her body?
"...What kind of gratitude do you want?"
Sophie Sullivan was penniless; everything she wore had been bought by him. She didn’t know how else she could show her gratitude.
Money? She didn’t have any, and he certainly didn’t lack it.
Words of thanks? He probably wanted more than just that.
"When I say you’re mentally handicapped, you certainly don’t disappoint." Thomas Shannon released her jaw, annoyed, and lowered his head to look for a cigarette.
His slender, elegant fingers had just picked up one cigarette and he was about to light it.
The metal lighter was snatched away by a soft little hand. Sophie Sullivan tilted her head, her beautiful, hazy eyes holding a soothing power as she gazed at him. "What kind of gratitude do you want?"
"Tell me. If I can do it, I will."
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"My sincerity is already so obvious. What more do you want?"
Annoyed, Sophie Sullivan pulled the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, crumpled it in her palm, and threw it away right in front of him.
Thomas Shannon’s brows knitted tightly, an unshakeable worry clouding his features. His slender index finger poked her forehead twice. "Are you really so stupid? Not even a shred of understanding?"
What’s the point if he has to spell it out himself?
"Thomas Shannon... don’t push your luck! How am I stupid?"
Sophie Sullivan clenched the lighter in one hand and, CLICK, a blue flame sparked.
She held the lighter close to him, a clear threat in her posture.
Effortlessly, Thomas Shannon snatched back the lighter she was brandishing and, CLICK, snapped the metal lid shut.
Tossing it aside casually, he seized her jaw with one hand. "Not only is your brain slow, but you’re also clumsy—utterly stupid, like a pig!"
This was the greatest insult to her intelligence!
A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!
Thomas Shannon had no time to react to her pounce, and she succeeded.
Pain shot through his neck...
His handsome face tightened, his expression turning cold. He pinched the soft flesh of her waist. "Let go."
Sophie Sullivan’s voice was muffled, but she refused to release her bite.
"Release me before I change my mind."
Sophie Sullivan asked doubtfully, "Change your mind about what?"
"I need to reconsider whether or not I should cure your face. After all, your current behavior is putting me in a very bad mood."
Her heart skipped a beat.
Reluctantly, Sophie Sullivan released him. She carefully raised her hand to wipe the saliva she had left on his refined neck.
Her face was now her biggest weakness.
It was an easy target, her Achilles’ heel.
Having seized her weakness, he could manipulate her at will.
Sophie Sullivan lifted her eyelids, looking at the man’s icy expression.