Sophie Sullivan laughed; being ugly enough to make Young Master Shannon uncomfortable was an amusing affair. She squinted her eyes and smiled lightly, "It's called a disguise. What do you know?"
When Thomas Shannon touched her face, sensing something unusual, his bright brow furrowed. "What's on your face?"
"A mask."
"Don't forget your face just recovered. Stop putting all these random things on it."
Sophie nodded, "I know."
The Bentley's engine was already started, following the Maybach ahead.
Lucifer was taking her to the Walton Manor entrance at Liam Donald's home to await a chance encounter and catch a glimpse of her fiance.
Thus, the plan had to remain low-profile, avoiding drawing any attention.
Sophie sat on Thomas Shannon's legs, her waist embraced tightly by his possessive arm.
"Thomas Shannon, you..."
Sophie didn't finish before Thomas Shannon interrupted, "Sophie, what exactly am I to you?"
Boyfriend?
Or someone to be used and discarded at will?
