Cheryl Chew stood there in disappointment, tears swirling in her eyes, refusing to fall.
"Miss Fit, please don't cry," the night-shift servant approached, softly comforting her.
Cheryl Chew nervously twisted her fingers, "Brother Shannon must hate me..."
......
Sophie Sullivan sat on the bed, gritting her teeth and pounding the pillow to vent her anger.
After a long time, until the deafening thunder subsided, she gradually lay down.
Not knowing how long had passed, she vaguely heard noises from the corridor, along with respectful greetings from the servants and the man in black.
Sophie immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and the corridor light flooded in through the crack.
Thomas Shannon saw the bulging shape on the bed, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly; the only one who could summon him in the middle of the night, besides her, was just her.
Looking at this figure, is she asleep?
