Even the oxygen for breathing seed to beco thin.
"Liam..."
She mustered all her strength, just about to speak, when a "Liam" was uttered from the depths of her throat, Liam Donald moved with the man to the Banquet Hall.
In the next second, a force pulled her body away, her body collided into a solid embrace.
Slling the familiar scent, her emotions imdiately ran out of control, "Thomas Shannon, I saw him, I saw him..."
"I know." Feeling her whole body trembling uncontrollably, Thomas Shannon held her tightly, gently patting her back with one hand, he lowered his head and softly asked by her ear, "Can you still walk?"
Sophie Sullivan clutched his front shirt tightly, the force so strong that her joints had already turned white, "Thomas Shannon, it’s him, it’s really him..."
"Fennie, you are out of control."
Thomas Shannon leaned down, carrying her horizontally Since it was a public venue, Sophie Sullivan was always wearing a mask, the mask covered most of her face, even the exposed brows and eyes, stunningly exquisite.
Her gaze was vacant, in a daze.
Murmuring the sa sentence over and over, "It’s him, it’s really him..."
Sophie Sullivan couldn’t believe it, the person she wanted to see but couldn’t, was unexpectedly encountered tonight.
Thomas Shannon left with Sophie Sullivan, departed overnight, flying back to Lucifer’s isle located in the South Pacific.
The original plan was for him to take Sophie Sullivan for two days in Las Vegas, but now, he couldn’t stay for even one minute.
He never expected to et Liam Donald at the auction.
Is this considered a dood fate between them?
Thomas Shannon looked at the already sleeping Sophie Sullivan in his embrace, his gaze complex as he gently caressed her cheek, "Fennie, what should I do with you..."
It’s precisely because he knew how much she liked her fiance, thus feeling an unprecedented crisis.
Once she regains her mory, what will happen, he dares not to imagine.
Returning to the villa on the isle, Thomas Shannon carried Sophie Sullivan back to her bedroom, unable to be at ease, thus he lay down by her side.
This night, she slept bewildered, neither asleep nor awake, pictures flashed in her brain.
"No... No..."
Sophie Sullivan scread, suddenly sat up, her body sweated profusely, the sleep gown was soaked with sweat.
Her hair was wet and sticky glued to her face, the scene from the dream vividly unfolding before her eyes.
That fear, like a shadow following, lingering aimlessly.
Thomas Shannon was awakened by her scream, abruptly sat up, "Fennie, what’s wrong?"
Under the faint wall lamp, Sophie Sullivan gasped heavily, looking extrely disheveled.
This look, Thomas Shannon was extrely familiar with, she had this sa lost look nurous tis during nightmares.
Reaching out to pull her into his embrace, gently patting her back to ease her breath, "It’s just a nightmare, it’s okay, I’m here."
Sophie Sullivan pushed him away, she uncovered the silk quilt and got out of bed, heading straight for the bath chamber.
The sound of water splashed, Sophie Sullivan stood in the shower room, without taking off the sleep gown, letting the cold water pour down from the showerhead.
Thomas Shannon sat on the sofa, agitatedly smoking cigarettes, one after another, his deep somber gaze occasionally glancing towards the direction to bath chamber.
The sound of water kept ringing, much like his agitated mood, unable to sever that worry.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Thomas Shannon’s finger got burned by a cigarette butt.
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