Thomas Shannon's eye color was filled with pain, his thin lips tightly pursed, and his handsome face turned somber.
She couldn't calm down for a while, he could understand, but her attitude of rejecting him so resolutely was beyond his comprehension.
Is it really that hard to forgive?
He had his own reasons and it wasn't done intentionally.
If he could choose not to hide things, why would he insist on hiding from her, leading to an unhappy situation for both?
"What do you mean?" Thomas Shannon tightened his hands into fists, with blue veins popping on the back of his hand.
"The literal meaning." After speaking, Sophie Sullivan had no intention of wasting words with him and turned to leave.
Her wrist was suddenly held tight, and next second, her body was pulled into a strong embrace.
Thomas Shannon trapped her in his arms, lowered his head, and his deep cold eyes locked onto her, "Sophie Sullivan, be clear with your words, what on earth do you mean?!"
Divorce?
