The call lasted for more than half an hour.
Thomas Shannon hung up the phone and turned to Sophie Sullivan. "How did you come up here?"
"I..." Sophie Sullivan was at a loss for words.
She couldn't very well tell him that she couldn't find him, so she'd snuck upstairs to look for him, could she?
Who knew he was on the phone in his study? Would her actions be mistaken for eavesdropping?
"Hmm?"
"I came to ask you to join me in the warm springs," Sophie Sullivan said, forcing herself to come up with an excuse.
Thomas Shannon's expression faltered. He squinted his eyes slightly and stepped closer to her. "Maniac, are you inviting me?"
Soaking in the warm springs together?
That's a fantastic idea.
Sophie Sullivan: "..."
Did he misunderstand something?
Her wrist was grabbed, and her body was pulled up. Thomas Shannon possessively wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pressing her against him.
