Her soft, tender voice, laced with sweetness and a coquettish pride, struck his ears.
Even Thomas Shannon was taken aback.
He had imagined her voice but hadn't anticipated it could strike the heart so directly.
Sophie Sullivan sensed something was amiss. She looked up, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in annoyance. She was just about to rebuke him when she noticed Thomas Shannon, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
"Why are you here?"
With one hand, Sophie Sullivan clutched the towel beneath her, covering her chest as she tried to stand up. However, the man's broad palm landed on her smooth back.
With just a slight push—THUMP.
She was instantly pressed down.
Thomas Shannon's lips curved into a smirk. His handsome face, his eyes shimmering, took on an increasingly roguish and captivating allure. He chuckled lightly. "Has your voice recovered?"
Sophie Sullivan didn't want to respond to him.
She turned her head to the side, pretending she hadn't heard.
