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Sophie Sullivan raised the corner of her lips with interest, "Haven’t you already known? I have a fiancé. Are you, Young Master Shannon, willing to be a mistress?"
"Since it’s just an engagent, it’s not a marriage. Canceling the engagent isn’t a troubleso affair. If you don’t want to handle it personally, I can do it for you."
Canceling the engagent, huh?
Where does he get his confidence that she would cancel her engagent with Liam Donald for him?
"You heard Lucifer too. The who hasn’t lost my mory really likes my fiancé. Moreover, he is soone I pursued and personally chose as my fiancé."
Every word Sophie Sullivan spoke pierced deeply into Thomas Shannon’s heart like a sharp knife.
The more discomfort he felt inside, the colder his expression beca.
The force with which he seized Sophie Sullivan’s chin grew heavier, and Sophie cried out in pain, "Thomas Shannon, are you crazy? Let go!"
Thomas Shannon knows all too well how delicate her skin is.
Just a little more force would leave red marks on her snow-white skin.
He released his hand; sure enough, his fingerprints remained on her delicate chin.
He secretly took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eye color was exceptionally firm, carrying an ominous darkness: "Sophie, rember, I want only you."
He turned and left the suite.
After Lucifer finished washing up, he ca out and saw Sophie Sullivan dazed in thought. Sitting down beside her, Lucifer hugged her, "Dear, what are you thinking about?"
Sophie quickly returned to her thoughts, "Thinking about how we should go to et Liam Donald later."
"I’ve already got a plan." Lucifer said with a light chuckle, "Dear, it’s a special period right now, so we still need to disguise ourselves a bit before seeing Liam Donald."
Disguise...
Sophie Sullivan’s lips twitched twice, "Lucifer, don’t tell it’s like last ti’s disguise."
If he dresses her up as an African woman again, she will beat him!
Lucifer seed to rember the confusion from her last disguise, laughing against her shoulder until his own shoulders trembled.
"Lucifer, that’s enough!"
"Hahaha..."
"Let’s duel!"
After so playful bickering, they finally ordered breakfast, and the waiter placed the breakfast on the dining table and then left.
At this mont, Lucifer realized soone seed to be missing.
He sipped his milk and looked at Sophie Sullivan, "Cecilia Branford, where is that annoying fellow?"
"He went out..."
Sophie also didn’t know where he went.
Anyway, he didn’t say, and she didn’t ask.
He left in anger, and if Sophie chased after him, it would only humiliate herself.
Lucifer propped his head with one hand, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Is he not coming with us today?"
If that’s the case, Lucifer would be very happy.
With Thomas Shannon absent, he’d have one less competitor.
"He went out; he probably won’t be coming with us."
Lucifer clapped his hands, "That’s great."
After breakfast, the makeup artist and stylist arrived at the suite to start Sophie Sullivan’s makeup.
This ti, under Sophie Sullivan’s strong request, they finally didn’t dress her beyond racial bounds.
A fake mask used for special effects makeup was applied to her face, glued and fixed around the edges with adhesive, and blue colored contacts were put on.
With heavy makeup, the girl in the mirror had tamorphosed into a rebellious young maid.
And looking not far away at Lucifer, he clearly resembled a street punk youth.
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