Thomas Shannon growled, furious. "Then what do you want me to do?"
He couldn't just stand by indifferently while a tiger monopolized all her attention!
If it weren't for the fact that Sophie Sullivan was Gaby's master, he would have shot it dead long ago.
Sophie Sullivan had breakfast with Gaby. Thomas Shannon only came downstairs afterward.
For some reason, Sophie Sullivan couldn't shake the suspicion that he was faking his injury. Even though she had seen his wound with her own eyes, doubt still lingered in her heart.
Someone severely injured and just awakened from a coma could move freely after only one night. His face was rosy, his breathing steady. Apart from the blood faintly seeping through the gauze wrapped around his head, he seemed no different from a healthy person.
"Fennie, where are you going?"
Thomas Shannon stood on the staircase. His handsome face was like that of a sacred and inviolable divine deity, untainted by worldly impurities.
