A low chuckle spilled out from her throat.
It seed like a smooth breakup might be impossible now...
Sophie Sullivan lay in bed all day and took so dicine, which helped her body recover a bit. The pain in her lower abdon had eased considerably. The servants brought her three als a day by her bedside, and she forced herself to eat a little.
She didn’t see Thomas Shannon all day, and she was sowhat curious. Sipping her fish soup, she glanced at the sky. "It’s so late, hasn’t Thomas co back yet?"
"Young Master hasn’t returned yet," said the servant.
Sophie lowered her eyelids thoughtfully. Never mind, I won’t bother about him. After all, they had made peace, and I have nothing to worry about. Wherever he goes, whether he cos back or not, it has little to do with . Of course, it would be best if he didn’t co back; I could have so peace and quiet.
After dinner, Sophie got up and went downstairs for a walk to help digest her food. As soon as she went downstairs, she saw Alia Shaw and Thomas Shannon walking towards the Restaurant together. She leaned against the stair handrail.
A derisive hum escaped her nose as she raised the corner of her mouth in a disdainful smile.
Inside the Restaurant, Alia Shaw didn’t talk much. Her facial color wasn’t good, and her eyes revealed fatigue. She was wearing the sa style of clothes as she did two years ago, quietly sitting next to Thomas Shannon and eating gracefully.
Thomas Shannon put down his chopsticks, his deep eyes shrouded in layers of darkness. Her face was like a blooming peach blossom, her lips pink and enticing, and a fresh, youthful scent emanated from her.
"Thomas, is there sothing on my face?" Alia Shaw put down her chopsticks with a belated realization, raised her hand in puzzlent, and touched her face.
Similar.
Too similar...
Thomas Shannon took back his gaze just in ti and calmly picked up his chopsticks. "No."
Alia Shaw smiled faintly and said nothing. She picked up her chopsticks and distributed vegetables to him. "I rember, this seems to be your favorite."
"Mm," he replied softly.
Sophie sat on the sofa with her arms crossed over her chest, tapping her arm with her index finger every now and then. Half an hour passed, and they still hadn’t finished eating.
Was it the delicious dinner or the ambiguous atmosphere, after all?
Ti ticked by, and she eventually lost her patience. She got up and headed outside.
「At the dical office.」
Sophie found the doctor. She hadn’t taken her dicine today and was worried about delaying the healing ti of her vocal cords.
"Doctor."
"Issues with your vocal cords?"
Sophie shook her head, sat down in front of the doctor’s desk, and stared into the doctor’s eyes with her unfocused ones. "Can I take dicine during my nstrual period?"
"No." The doctor rejected her request.
"Will it delay the healing ti?"
"Maniac, the healing of vocal cords is a slow process. It won’t make much difference in these few days, will it?" The doctor tried to convince her.
But he discovered that the maniac was very stubborn.
"Really? Even if I take it, there won’t be too many serious issues, right?" Heaven knew how much Sophie wanted to fix her vocal cords and face. She was anxious, extrely anxious, almost wanting to fight for every minute and every second.
The doctor shook his head, a serious look on his face, trying to scare her. "Maniac, taking dicine during your nstrual period not only has no effect but may also be counterproductive. At that ti, if your condition worsens and you want to fully recover, it’ll be even more difficult."
More difficult?
Then forget it...
Disappointed, Sophie got up, left the dical office, and headed outside.
Thinking of Thomas Shannon and Alia Shaw at the castle, she abruptly changed her direction and went to the flower garden instead.
The vast flower garden was tended to by gardeners every day, carefully nurturing these fragile and delicate blooms.
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