Hearing Young Master Shannon swear, Sophie Sullivan was truly taken aback.
She turned around, returned to the bedside, and stared at him with a scrutinizing gaze.
Raising her hand, she caressed his handsome face. "Who are you... Don't think that wearing a mask means I won't recognize you..."
Thomas Shannon endured her hand rubbing his face randomly. At first, he told himself to bear with it.
Gradually, her actions became more and more excessive, more and more rude, as if she were about to peel the skin from his face.
He grabbed her slender wrist with one hand and growled in a cold voice, "Have you had enough fun?"
His cold eyes, gleaming with a faint chill, locked onto her.
Sophie Sullivan blinked her bewitching eyes. The shimmering light deep within them receded considerably. "Are you really Thomas Shannon?"
"Otherwise?"
"Are you really the Thomas Shannon I know?"
"Nonsense!"
