Woken from a deep sleep, she was still very groggy. Sophie Sullivan's head instinctively leaned on Thomas Shannon's shoulder. She lowered her eyelids, her long, curled eyelashes casting a beautiful silhouette.
"Maniac."
The drama William Guillen had anticipated didn't unfold, which left him somewhat disappointed; he couldn't help but call out her nickname.
"Hmm?" Sophie Sullivan murmured, too lazy to even lift an eyelid.
Amelia Shaw stood to the side, her face burning as if she'd been slapped. Humiliation, embarrassment...
"Haven't you woken up yet?" William Guillen pressed. Doesn't she see Amelia Shaw standing right there? How can she tolerate this? He truly admired her for her composure and magnanimity; she was unmatched.
