So, where did that leave the maniac?
The thought of the perfect Thomas Shannon being with the maniac made Alia Shaw’s chest tighten.
Alia bit her lips in frustration and dived into the water. When Thomas Shannon swam over, she suddenly hugged him.
Her legs wrapped around his slender waist, her body pressed against his.
Her black hair floated in the water, swaying with the current.
The thin, translucent skirt offered no concealnt, her shapely curves fully revealed.
Thomas Shannon gripped her waist with one hand, lifting her out of the water. "Are you crazy?"
Water droplets clung to her eyelashes, making her look so very vulnerable. Alia wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer to him. "Thomas... I love you."
"Get down."
"No, just let hold you like this for a mont. I’ve waited for this mont for too, too long."
"Get down first, then we’ll talk."
After so hesitation, Alia decided against angering him; she had to take things slowly. Him letting her get close was already a good start. She couldn’t push her luck. At least, not yet.
"...Alright." She obediently released him, and Thomas Shannon went ashore.
Alia followed closely behind. A maidservant serving nearby handed them a towel at the right mont.
"I’ll do it."
Alia took the towel, raised her arm, and carefully wiped the water droplets from Thomas Shannon’s face.
The soft towel slowly wiped his handso face, one that could make a heart race. Thomas Shannon’s thin lips remained pressed tightly, not refusing her. He then took a bath towel from a servant’s hand and casually wrapped it around his waist.
Putting down the towel, Alia cocked her head slightly, her gaze filled with fascination and admiration. "Thomas, do you want so wine?"
She knew very well how much n enjoyed being admired, so her adoring gaze was perfectly asured—not too abrupt, nor overly deliberate.
"You want to drink?"
Alia nodded, and under her expectant gaze, Thomas Shannon gave a gentle nod.
Alia imdiately had a servant bring the wine. Thomas Shannon lay down on a lounge chair under a sun-shield umbrella.
The pink scar on his shoulder was conspicuous.
Alia added ice cubes to a wine glass, poured the wine, swirled it gently a couple of tis, and handed it to Thomas Shannon. "Thomas, here."
Thomas Shannon took the wine and took a sip.
A faint smile of satisfaction touched Alia’s lips. She poured herself a glass and began drinking too.
"Thomas... There’s sothing I’ve been holding back for a very long ti..."
Alia poured herself another glass of wine and downed half of it in one go. "I’ve decided. No matter how long you ignore , I’ll never stop loving you."
She supported her head with one hand, her still-damp hair cascading over her shoulder. "I’ll use my actions to make up for the mistakes I made back then. You’ll see my sincerity."
"Really?"
Thomas Shannon’s voice was indifferent, betraying no emotion.
His deep, intimidating eyes were calm, without a ripple.
Alia nodded vigorously. "Yes!"
Thomas Shannon swirled his wine glass, the clinking of ice cubes accompanying his deep voice. "Then let’s see how you perform."
In an instant, Alia’s heart blood with joy! He had just said he would ’see how she perford.’ Did that an he was willing to give her a chance? If she perford well, could their relationship go back to how it was before?
Alia put down her wine glass, buried her face deep in her palms, and a choked voice escaped from between her fingers, "Thomas... Thank you."
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