"But I don't plan to break it off."
The conversation once again fell into a deadlock.
Thomas Shannon's facial color could no longer be described as sinister; his handsome face was suffused with a bloodthirsty aura.
His dark eyes, deep and abyss-like, were brewing a storm rapidly.
Those sexy thin lips were pressed into a thin line, then, a mocking cold laugh escaped from his lips.
"Like?"
The man's hand seized her chin, "Sophie, is your fondness this cheap? If you say 'no', then it's 'no'?"
Sophie's smile disappeared completely, she raised her hand and pried Thomas Shannon's hand away, feeling a complex emotion rising in her heart, "Just consider me a thankless creature. Haven't you always thought so?"
Now that she has lost her memory, she can't determine what her feelings are for her fiancé.
From Lucifer's few words, she knew that the herself without memory loss must have been very fond of Liam.
