Her face was expressionless, as if she were just commenting on how the weather is good today, perfect for playing golf.
Her stance was casual, without a hint of fear.
Thomas Shannon clenched his hand into a fist, causing his knuckles to crack, "You hate me this much that you won't even give me a chance to explain?"
"Hate you?" Sophie Sullivan sneered, her eyes full of disdain, "You're giving yourself too much credit. Why would I hate a scumbag? That would only waste my emotions and time. You're not worth it."
That single sentence, "You're not worth it," felt like it carried a thousand sharp knives, all aiming at him furiously.
In an instant, an indescribable ache surged in his heart.
Thomas Shannon's whole body went rigid, he stretched out his hand, wanting to lock her jaw and make her take back those words.
Just as his hand reached midair, William Westlake's angry voice sounded from behind, "Rascal, you're bullying Fennie again!"
