Sophie Sullivan lowered her head and gently dropped a kiss on her cheek. "Good night, my Baby."
She was just about to turn off the lamp and sleep when a faint click sounded.
In this deadly silent night, it was especially clear.
Sophie Sullivan stared warily toward the doorway. In the next second, the door was gradually pushed open from outside.
Inside the spacious bedroom, the gauzy bed curtain had already been lowered. A dim wall light added a touch of warmth to the spacious bedroom.
Even with a layer of bed curtain between them, Thomas Shannon still saw Sophie Sullivan staring at him.
Those unusually bright eyes seemed to be saying: You uninvited intruder, get the hell out!
Thomas Shannon reached back and gently shut the door. He came to the bedside and lifted the bed curtain with one hand. Sophie Sullivan kicked out at him; he was quick-eyed and grabbed her delicate little foot.
His index finger pressed against his thin lips in a shushing gesture.
"Don't wake Snowball."
