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...
"Maniac."
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.
