"Me?"
Sophie Sullivan raised the corner of her lips with interest, "Haven't you already known? I have a fiancé. Are you, Young Master Shannon, willing to be a mistress?"
"Since it's just an engagement, it's not a marriage. Canceling the engagement isn't a troublesome affair. If you don't want to handle it personally, I can do it for you."
Canceling the engagement, huh?
Where does he get his confidence that she would cancel her engagement with Liam Donald for him?
"You heard Lucifer too. The me who hasn't lost my memory really likes my fiancé. Moreover, he is someone I pursued and personally chose as my fiancé."
Every word Sophie Sullivan spoke pierced deeply into Thomas Shannon's heart like a sharp knife.
The more discomfort he felt inside, the colder his expression became.
The force with which he seized Sophie Sullivan's chin grew heavier, and Sophie cried out in pain, "Thomas Shannon, are you crazy? Let go!"
Thomas Shannon knows all too well how delicate her skin is.
