"... Okay."
Sophie sneered, "While I'm gone, have you and Cheryl Chew gotten a lot more space?"
Thomas Shannon's heart sank suddenly; what has she found out?
"Fennie, have you misunderstood something?"
"Misunderstood?" Sophie's gaze fell on the few intimate photos on the tea table, and she snorted coldly, "I would love to misunderstand."
"Cheryl and I are not like what you think." Thomas Shannon's thin lips pressed tightly, his voice deepened and became hoarse, "Don't misunderstand, Fennie."
Not what she thought?
Does he know what she is thinking?
"Divorce!" Sophie was furious, the word "divorce" thrown over, she was about to hang up the phone.
Thomas Shannon's body shook, and he sneered and shouted, "Impossible! In this lifetime, don't even think about it!"
"Bastard!" Sophie hung up the phone forcefully, throwing the mobile phone onto the tea table, her blood rushing with anger, and her vision momentarily blacked out.
Her body swayed, suddenly pulled into a warm embrace.
