She was extremely calm, with no trace of panic or confusion in her demeanor.
Thomas Shannon's cold & strict gaze fell on Sophie Sullivan's naked, snow-white skin.
Joey Morgan had only a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and the intimate scene made it look very much like post-coital tenderness.
Thomas Shannon thought that, caught on the spot, Sophie Sullivan should feel ashamed, and should furiously point at the tip of his nose and demand him to get out.
But she did not.
She was extremely calm, as if looking at a stranger.
Thomas Shannon sneered, quickly walked over, as Sophie Sullivan's lazy voice sounded, "I advise you not to come over, isn't your head already green enough?"
Green?
Thomas Shannon's gaze fixed on the small red spots on her neck and collarbone.
That damned woman!
Joey Morgan was excellent at reading behavior, and at this time had already reached an understanding with Sophie Sullivan, "Mister, please leave and do not disturb us."
