"What do you think I should do to be obedient?" Sophie Sullivan leaned against his embrace, raising her head to ask.
Thomas Shannon lowered his eyelids, looking at her absolutely beautiful small face, those shimmering water-like beautiful eyes filled with confusion. He couldn't help but raise his hand, his fingertip gently stroking her red lips.
After a moment of contemplation, he said, "You can't have contact with other men, can't think about them, and absolutely cannot like them. Your heart should only have me, and your body, too, should only have me."
"That's impossible, Thomas Shannon, I've clearly told you before that I like Liam Donald." Sophie's tone fell low, "He's the fiance I chose for myself, the person I like, the person I want to marry."
When she was amnesiac, sorry Liam Donald, she already felt very guilty inside.
Now she is still entangled with Thomas Shannon, where does that leave Liam Donald?
