Now you know how to change the subject! Feeling guilty, huh? Feeling remorseful, huh?
After lunch, Sophie Sullivan was so tired that she became drowsy again.
At her willful command, Thomas Shannon carried her upstairs to the bedroom, his expression cold.
He looked down at the little woman in his arms, happily playing with his shirt buttons. He was really spoiling her, letting these bad habits form!
Sensing his intense gaze on her face, Sophie Sullivan squinted. "Am I pretty?"
The man gave a cold smile. "Ugly."
Ugly... Sophie Sullivan wasn't angry; he was telling the truth, so there was no need for her to dwell on it.
She lifted her hand, touched her face, and sighed wistfully. "When will Old Mr. Standford fix my face?"
"Soon."
William Guillen had arranged the time; it would be tonight. Charlie River had already informed George Stanford.
