Her face wore a respectful smile; her mask was perfectly impenetrable.
Only she herself knew that her heart was bleeding.
Jealousy had almost driven her to the point of losing control, making her want to destroy the maniac.
Sophie Sullivan was carried back to the bedroom by Thomas Shannon; she was wet and sticky all over, feeling very uncomfortable.
Just as Thomas Shannon was about to pull the silk quilt over her, Sophie Sullivan's delicate feet kicked his chest.
Her hazy beautiful eyes stared slightly at him. "I want to take a bath."
As she spoke, Sophie Sullivan already found it somewhat difficult to talk. The doctor had specifically instructed her not to speak too much in the near future, to give her vocal cords a period to adapt.
Thomas Shannon seized the opportunity to grab her delicate feet, bringing them before his eyes. Her toes were exquisite, her fingernails perfectly round and lovely.
He placed a kiss on the arch of her foot.
"You're a pervert, Thomas Shannon!"
