Amelia Shaw turned away in embarrassment and fled into the kitchen.
Sophie Sullivan frowned, still in pain. "It’s not working, it still hurts..."
Thomas Shannon paused, looking at her thoughtfully as his eye color gradually deepened. "Is it the lack of sleep hurting?"
"I don’t know, probably."
Thomas Shannon’s heart was filled with a hint of doubt. Could it be... her amnesia was caused by a head injury? Now that her head hurts, could it be...?
That conjecture was quickly dismissed by Thomas Shannon. How could it be such a coincidence? Besides, he didn’t want the little maniac to regain her memory, just as he didn’t want the people investigating her on Bali Island to find her. Friend or foe, he did not want the little maniac to be taken away by others. She was his, and his alone! No matter what her identity was, noble or lowly, from the moment she came to his side, she was destined to have only one identity: his woman!
"Thomas, it’s just a headache. Don’t make such a fuss."
William Guillen laughed lightly, teasing him.
By the looks of it, Amelia Shaw’s days of being completely abandoned aren’t far off. As long as the little maniac puts in a little more effort, victory will be in sight!
Before Thomas Shannon could speak, Sophie, who was leaning her head on his shoulder, raised it. "William Guillen, do you think Thomas Shannon is like you?" He treats women like clothes, never knowing what it means to care. It’s a good thing his parents had good genes, giving him such good looks and family background. Otherwise, what blind woman would ever take a liking to him? Anyone who likes this kind of playboy is destined to have a meadow on their head.
Thomas Shannon heard other implications. "Is this a compliment?"
Sophie spoke softly and leaned back on his shoulder.
"Thomas, is the wound alright?"
Edward Benson noticed that Sophie was leaning right on the place where Thomas Shannon was wounded.
He furrowed his brows slightly, looking at them with concern. For more chapters visit noⅴelfire.net
Thomas Shannon gave a faint smile. "It’s nothing."
Sophie, only realizing it later, lifted her head, staring intently at Thomas Shannon. "I forgot. Why didn’t you tell me?"
His right shoulder was wounded. When I leaned on it just now, was he really okay?
"It’s fine." Thomas Shannon’s dark eyes gave her a sedative reassurance.
Sophie pouted but didn’t dare to lean down again. Since she felt that Thomas Shannon liked her, Sophie had become somewhat uncomfortable.
After all, I only wanted to use his power to restore my looks and, at the same time, get revenge on him for forcing himself on me at that time. But gradually... after receiving more and more care and benefits from him, a voice inside my heart started accusing me, telling me I shouldn’t be so lacking in conscience. Sophie struggled, her confusion intensifying.
Amelia Shaw brought out the red bean pastries, then carefully retreated a few steps, standing to one side like a maid with her head bowed.
Edward Benson didn’t move, and William Guillen naturally wouldn’t eat anything Amelia Shaw had prepared.
Thomas Shannon was also indifferent. Sophie, however, was a bit hungry. She picked up a red bean pastry and took a small bite.
The cloying sweetness spread in her oral cavity.
She frowned in disgust, then immediately offered the bitten red bean pastry to Thomas Shannon. "I don’t like it. You eat it."
Thomas Shannon lowered his gaze. His dark, deep eyes, as profound as the breakless ocean, fixed on her intently.
Sophie couldn’t guess his thoughts. Just as she was about to pull her hand back, he grabbed her wrist. Holding her hand steady, he bit into the pastry from the very spot she had, without any hesitation.