Perhaps it was because he had tired her out that she fell asleep so quickly. Thomas Shannon held Sophie Sullivan's soft body, listening to her calm and steady breathing sound, his fingertips gently grazing the scars on her face.
If this face were healed, what a devastating beauty she would be then?
Thomas Shannon realized that he had unintentionally found a treasure.
The fragrant and soft woman in his embrace was the one he had picked up.
Unexpectedly, she was also God's favorite, blessed with an extraordinary appearance and figure.
"Maniac, you are mine."
Like a spell, Thomas Shannon whispered solemnly and softly by the sleeping Sophie Sullivan's ear.
...
Amelia Shaw had been very well-behaved these days.
After Thomas Shannon returned, she no longer went out, and of course, she barely used the card Thomas Shannon gave her.
