Sophie Sullivan managed a forced smile. "I’m just scared... If sothing inappropriate happened between and soone else, would you still want ?"
That strained smile was more like a bitter one.
She asked cautiously, but Thomas Shannon could still hear the fear and apprehension in her voice.
Thomas Shannon pressed her head against his chest, one hand gently patting her smooth back. "I won’t let that happen."
Sophie discreetly let the corners of her mouth curve upwards. It seed Thomas Shannon hadn’t suspected this was a play she had orchestrated entirely herself.
People are perceptive. She could sense that Thomas Shannon treated her differently, which was why she dared to be so audacious and act without restraint.
If it were anyone else, she would have curbed her audacity.
Conversely, with Thomas Shannon, she felt no need to hold back.
After a long while, Sophie, her head still resting on his chest, asked in a muffled voice, "Who drugged ?"
"Alia Shaw."
He’s no longer calling her Samuel?
This change in address made Sophie even more smug. Fortunately, she had been quick-witted enough to adamantly refuse to let the doctor co last night.
Wouldn’t she have been dood if she had let that doctor co?
He would have known instantly by looking at the dicine she got from the doctor; what need would there have been for an examination?
Sophie hadn’t expected that her insistence on not letting the doctor co would also inadvertently cause Minimus Hart, who harbored malicious intentions, to fall into the trap.
The kick from Young Master Chew had left a dull ache in her chest, and her breathing was still uneven.
Sophie trembled slightly. Thomas Shannon noticed, lowered his head, and his thin lips gently brushed the top of her head with a kiss. "What’s wrong?"
"This is my fate... after you shielded her..."
Sophie mustered all her strength and abruptly pushed him away, putting distance between them. "This ti it was drugging. What about next ti? Are you going to find soone to rape ?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Hearing the word ’rape’, Thomas Shannon’s brows knitted together fiercely. "Don’t ever let hear such words from you again."
"Am I wrong? Is there anything that Alia Shaw wouldn’t do?"
Sophie looked at him with derision. "Thomas Shannon, so this is your taste? You actually like cruel and ruthless won. I’ve really broadened my horizons today."
"Shut up!"
Sophie flung off the silk quilt, about to get off the bed.
The mont her legs moved, soreness shot through all her limbs, and she couldn’t help but groan in discomfort, "Pain..."
The man’s long arm shot out, powerfully encircling her waist and pulling her back into his embrace.
"Can’t you just lie down obediently? Must you be so stubborn?" Thomas Shannon’s brows were knitted tightly, his tone both cold and urgent.
The sight of him looking like he wanted to beat her yet couldn’t bring himself to do it left Sophie stunned.
Sophie stared at him blankly, blurting out, "Thomas Shannon, do you like ?"
"I like sleeping with you!"
Sophie smiled. Cupping his handso face with both hands, she boldly tilted it from side to side a couple of tis. "Liking isn’t anything to be ashad of. Besides, if you don’t confess, how am I supposed to decide whether to like you back?"
"Let go!"
"No!" Sophie, growing bolder, pressed, "Tell quickly, has the doctor Charlie River found arrived yet? Can my face be saved?"
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