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Sophie Sullivan was startled, when did he wake up?
After a brief fright, Sophie glared at him fiercely, Thomas Shannon glanced at the wet spot on the bedsheet, his bright brow slightly frowned, "What is this?"
"Do you even have the nerve to ask me?" Sophie couldn't suppress her temper and snorted coldly, "Isn't that yours? Aren't you aware?"
Thomas Shannon's lips hooked slightly, he pressed the intercom and called for a waiter to change the bedsheet.
Sophie turned and left the bedroom, went to the living room, and sat down, wiping her wet hair with one hand.
