Sophie Sullivan understood now. He didn’t deny it. Since he already had a woman beside him, why bother entangling with her.
Wouldn’t it be better to part on good terms?
Thinking of this, she struggled fiercely. The sharp heel of her high heels viciously stomped on his foot. Taking advantage of his montary distraction from the pain, she quickly escaped from his embrace.
"Thomas Shannon, I don’t care how many won you keep around you. That’s your private matter; it has nothing to do with . Haven’t we already settled everything? Why are you still entangling with ?"
Lucifer reached out, pulling her into his arms, and lowered his head with a smile, "Well said, Cecilia Branford."
Everything was indeed settled between them.
No more entanglents.
"Sophie, do you even know what you’re saying?"
At this mont, Thomas Shannon was truly angry, exuding an oppressive aura that hit directly.
Sophie’s eye color flickered, and she said calmly, "What I said, didn’t you hear, Thomas Shannon? I am soone with a fiancé, and I will be marrying my fiancé in the future. I like him, I love him. So, we are impossible. I am grateful to you, yet I also hate you. Our rits and faults cancel each other out, and we owe each other nothing. Now, please leave and don’t disturb my life."
Shaless man!
Saying she cuckolded him, how was he any better?
She had only just left, and already a new mistress, as beautiful as a flower, had entered the manor, tender enough to have water squeezed out.
This is enough!
The slave girls must be very disappointed because they lost another chance to climb into Thomas Shannon’s bed.
"Settled, Sophie, you think too beautifully! With my child, don’t even think about it!" Thomas Shannon’s eyes gradually lost their redness. He mocked, pulling at the corner of his mouth, seemingly laughing at her naivety.
"What child?" Lucifer asked Sophie, lowering his head.
His brows furrowed tightly, and upon hearing the word "child," a foreboding premonition surged in his heart.
Could it be that Cecilia Branford is really pregnant with his child?
Sophie found it extrely laughable and laughed out loud without any regard, "Thomas Shannon, stop lying to . I’m not pregnant at all, where would there be a child?"
"Has your nstrual period not co this month? Are you feeling nauseous and want to vomit?"
The man’s calmness was terrifying. He stared at her directly with such a cold gaze that it made Sophie’s back feel chilled.
Like an enraged lion, tightly fixated on the prey it is about to shred and devour.
"How... do you know?"
"The doctor said you were pregnant, right during the last tattoo session. I didn’t tell you then because I wasn’t ready to talk to you about it."
Thomas Shannon paused, then added, "Sophie, if you want to sever ties with , truly clear things up, that’s based on you giving birth to the child and returning it to . Otherwise, don’t even think about it!"
"Nonsense!"
Sophie was thinking about how to pursue Liam Donald before, and now Thomas Shannon suddenly barging in to tell her that she was already pregnant, with his child.
How could she accept this?
How could she accept the fact that she was no longer innocent and now pregnant with his child?!
What would Liam Donald think of her if he found out?
Sophie’s face instantly turned ashen pale...
Watching her change, Thomas Shannon’s pupils contracted, and his heart was stabbed with pain.
Knowing she was pregnant with his child, did it cause her such pain?
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