The man's hands were gently massaging her temples. Frankly, if no one else were watching, Sophie Sullivan would have found it rather comfortable, even enjoyable.
However, Miss Shaw's gaze seemed unusually intense.
Sophie's lips curled; she glanced at Amelia Shaw with apparent indifference, then disdainfully withdrew her gaze. She expressed her contempt flawlessly. Like a noble queen looking down at a lowly servant groveling at her feet.
Edward Benson coughed lightly, then looked at Amelia Shaw. "Come and sit down." Given the current situation, it seemed Thomas Shannon wouldn't be asking her to sit down anytime soon.
Amelia Shaw feigned ignorance. She didn't believe Thomas Shannon would ignore her like this, treating her as if she were air.
"Thomas... who is this?" Amelia Shaw asked timidly, her soft voice carried a hint of delicate innocence. It was a quality Sophie Sullivan's currently hoarse voice could never achieve.
