Mrs. Shannon: "..."
"What about a grandson? Can protect Fennie and you."
"..."
"Don’t like a grandson? Then perhaps a granddaughter, a girl like Fennie, like a little Snowball, definitely extrely cute."
Mrs. Shannon thought he was crazy, her voice unconsciously tinged with angry sternness, "Lincoln, are you planning to force Miss Sullivan?"
All traces of humor vanished from Thomas Shannon’s eyes, replaced by gloom, that somber hue lingering stubbornly in his gaze, "Mother, just pretend you never heard this, it never happened. I’ll visit you and father when I have the length of ti. I still have matters to attend to, I’m hanging up now."
"Lincoln, wait!"
Thomas Shannon hung up the phone without hesitation, sneering, "Sophie Sullivan, you really are sothing."
Inside the bath chamber, this was the happiest mont for Sophie Sullivan since being confined here.
She believed in Mrs. Shannon, that soon she could leave this cursed place, her mood such that she unconsciously humd a tune.
Bam!
A loud noise ca from outside, startling her.
Sowhat sensing sothing had happened, Sophie imdiately rinsed off the foam from her body, just picking up the towel to dry herself when the bath chamber door was kicked open.
The next second, a gloomy man appeared in the doorway, his eyes blood-red, viciously staring at her.
Sophie instinctively took a step back, covering herself with the towel, "Thomas Shannon, what madness now?"
Madness?
Thomas Shannon couldn’t rember how many tis he had heard her say he was mad. He stepped closer to her while Sophie stepped back, her body soon pressed against the wall.
With nowhere left to retreat, she quickly grabbed a nearby bathrobe to put it on, just holding it in her hand when Thomas Shannon snatched it away effortlessly, tossing it aside.
"What do you need the bathrobe for? You’re just fine like this."
"Pervert!"
"Sophie, you still haven’t learned to be obedient." He moved forward, as she raised her hand to slap him hard, he pinned her arms, pulling them behind her.
Her body was forced to stick her chest out, closely pressed against his embrace.
"Do you know what decision I just made?"
"..."
"This delicate skin of yours is too precious, these clothes are unworthy of being on you."
Sophie trembled, the chill rising from her feet, had she heard that right?
He couldn’t possibly be planning to...
Thomas Shannon lowered his head, since she still wanted to escape, then he won’t bla himself for being ruthless.
He wanted to personally cut off all hopes she had of escaping.
She doesn’t need wings, he would take her soaring, she doesn’t need legs, he would take her running.
She doesn’t even need eyes, he would be her eyes, accompanying her to see the splendor of this length of ti.
This crazy idea flashed through his mind, and he felt a surge of satisfaction, his fingertips with rough calluses gently rubbing her smooth cheek, "Rember, everything you’ve suffered, you brought upon yourself."
Sophie forced herself to calm down, Thomas Shannon was too unusual, he must have found out about her call with Mrs. Shannon.
She silently adjusted her breathing, "Let go first. Let’s talk properly. Can you let put on so clothes first?"
She was pressed against him, having not a bit of safety.
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