"Something the matter?"
Thomas Shannon's expression was cold, his eyes holding their usual icy demeanor.
Amelia Shaw shook her head. No, he wasn't like this when he spoke with the maniac... When he spoke with the maniac, there was always a faint smile playing at the corners of his eyes. It was as if speaking with her was something extremely interesting. There's no pain quite like an unfavorable comparison. His attitude towards the maniac and his attitude towards her were completely different. This discovery, this realization, left her at a loss, frozen on the spot.
Thomas Shannon had no patience to wait for her. He stood up and started to walk out. Amelia Shaw, reacting belatedly, scrambled up and rushed after him, hugging him from behind.
"Thomas, don't go! Please, just hear me out, okay?"
Thomas Shannon lowered his head, his gaze falling on the arms wrapped around his waist. A flicker of coldness crossed his eyes. "Let go."
