The faint smoke drifted, Sophie’s brows furrowed, and Thomas sneered, "If you want to ask sothing, just ask."
"I’m asking you, do you know about the impostor trying to marry my fiancé?"
Hearing the words ’my fiancé’ from her mouth was truly jarring.
A trace of contempt flashed in Thomas’ eyes, and an icy chill emanated relentlessly from him.
This man is dangerous.
Sophie always knew that, but now she couldn’t care less. When she first discovered the news, it made her blood rush to her head.
She was dying to confront Lucifer and Thomas imdiately.
"Thomas, speak up."
The man’s thin lips held a cigarette, his narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, carrying a rebellious yet noble coldness, "I knew, so what? Lucifer also knows, why don’t you ask him why he didn’t tell you?"
"Lucifer is in surgery, how would he know?" Sophie coldly stared at him, "You knew from early on, yet you didn’t tell , keeping it from , what exactly are you planning? Do you know that’s my fiancé?"
Lucifer is in surgery, and he doesn’t know?
Thomas sneered, his icy gaze clashing intensely with Lucifer’s playful gaze in the sky.
He guessed right, this shaless fellow had washed his hands of it long ago.
Thomas took a deep drag on his cigarette, grasped Sophie’s chin with one hand, "Your fiancé getting married, what’s it got to do with ? Sophie, don’t forget, you already have . Don’t even think about being fickle and two-timing."
"Thomas, you’re doing this on purpose!"
Sophie’s chest heaved with anger, she slapped his hand away and suddenly stood up, "You knew and didn’t tell , hiding it from , just to let the impostor marry my fiancé. Have you considered ? Have you thought about how all my things being taken by soone else, with being kept in the dark, makes feel? Do you know?"
He said he liked her...
Turns out, that’s how he liked her.
Thomas stood up slowly, raising his hand holding the cigarette, rubbing his forehead, then those deep, serene eyes looked at her intently, "Yes, I’m selfish, I didn’t think about you, I only thought about myself. You said it yourself, that’s your fiancé, if you can’t even recognize him, then he’s not worth having!"
Sophie clenched her fists, and yet couldn’t refute a single word.
He wasn’t wrong.
Lucifer could easily recognize her, she couldn’t believe her fiancé couldn’t...
Where was her fiancé when she was hurt?
The more she thought about it, the more her brain spun into chaos, Sophie held her forehead with one hand, her body swaying slightly.
The next second, she was pulled into an embrace, Thomas held her waist with one hand, pressing her body against his, "You already have , you are not allowed to have any involvent with other n."
"Thomas, let go of ."
Sophie’s anger surged, her blood rushing to her head, Thomas refused to let go, and finally, she forcefully pried his arm away and jerked free.
She stepped back two steps, holding her forehead in pain, "Thomas, I am engaged, so... let’s part ways."
The man’s dark pupils contracted suddenly, did she know what she was saying?
Part ways?
She wants to part ways with him?
In that mont, the surrounding air pressure dropped to a suffocatingly oppressive level.
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