Lucifer sneered. Things seed to be getting more and more interesting.
He turned his head, looked at the bedside table, and reached out to pick up the photo fra placed on it.
In the photo, a proud and willful Cecilia Branford held a horse whip, exuding an imposing air, and provocatively smiled at the cara lens.
Lucifer’s fingertips gently caressed that stunningly beautiful face, murmuring, "Cecilia, I must find you as soon as possible."
...
「Sahara Desert.」
Despite Sophie Sullivan’s a thousand objections, she was still brought here by Thomas Shannon.
On this trip, a few Arabians wearing white turbans arrived.
They greeted Thomas Shannon in Arabic, and he responded. Sophie Sullivan didn’t understand what they were saying.
She could only look away, gazing at the endless desert.
The sunshine scorched the desert, and a shimring heat was visible rising from the sand.
The temperature was frighteningly high, and the ultraviolet rays were even more intense.
At Thomas Shannon’s reminder, Sophie Sullivan had to apply a thick layer of sunscreen lotion to herself every half-hour.
She only asked for her face to be okay, but Thomas Shannon wouldn’t let her ignore the rest of her exposed skin.
"Thomas Shannon, you’re so annoying," Sophie Sullivan glared at him irritably.
The weather was hot, and with no air conditioning outside, her mood grew agitated.
She hadn’t wanted to co in the first place, but he had insisted on bringing her. Now, she was on the verge of a ltdown before they even began crossing the desert.
Every ti he spoke, Sophie Sullivan couldn’t help but talk back.
Everything about him got on her nerves.
A man in black held up a sun-shield umbrella. Sophie Sullivan, wearing sunglasses, took off her sun-shield hat and began to apply sunscreen lotion.
"Let ." Thomas Shannon took the sunscreen lotion from her hand and glanced at the instructions.
He understood how to use it with just one look.
He poured the sunscreen lotion into his palm, dipped his fingertips in it, and began applying it to Sophie’s face.
The weather was sweltering, and Sophie Sullivan had drunk a lot of water. The water she drank quickly turned into sweat.
Her face and body were covered in sticky sweat. Combined with the sunscreen lotion, she felt like she was truly on the verge of a breakdown.
"Thomas Shannon, if you take away from here now, I can forgive you," Sophie Sullivan said.
"And what if I don’t?" Thomas Shannon’s gaze was focused as he ticulously applied the sunscreen lotion to her.
He didn’t miss a single inch of skin on her face.
Her nightmares were becoming more frequent, which was likely a prelude to her mory returning.
An inexplicable worry crept into Thomas Shannon. Once she regained her mory, he feared it would be even more difficult to control her than it was now. If the Sophie of now is like a wild horse that has broken free, then the Sophie with her mories restored would be a Pegasus. Catching her would likely require even more effort.
Deep down, he truly didn’t want her to regain her mory.
A Sophie with a blank mind, with no mory of her past—that was what he wanted. He wanted her mind to be filled only with mories of him, mories that belonged to him. Not cluttered with thoughts of other, irrelevant people. To love her was to possess her entirely, body and soul.
Thomas Shannon’s movents suddenly paused, his arm stiffening. What had he just been thinking? Love her... Love Sophie?
Thomas Shannon jolted, seemingly in disbelief. Complex, inscrutable emotions flickered endlessly in the depths of his dark eyes.
After a long mont, he finally let out a relieved smile.
There was nothing to deny. If he loved her, then he loved her. It was as simple as that.
Sophie Sullivan let out an impatient HMPH.
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