Had she taken the initiative to bite him?
If he hadn't offered his hand, could she have managed to injure him with a bite?
"Thomas Shannon, don't you dare try to frame me!"
What did he mean, she'd left marks on him by biting? It was clearly his own doing!
Shameless!
Despicably shameless, twisting right from wrong and black from white!
Thomas Shannon gave a bewitching smile, a wicked charm flowing from the corner of his eyes that was intensely alluring. He leaned down. "So I'm playing the victim. What can you do about it?"
What a truly shameless scoundrel!
Sophie endured and endured, but finally, it became unbearable. She raised her hand, intending to slap his face.
Before her hand could even touch his face, he caught it in mid-air.
Thomas Shannon tilted his head, glanced at her hand, and his lips curled into a sneer. "Want to hit me? That depends on whether I'm willing."
Sophie's lips curved into a smile. "Whether you're willing or not, you have to be. Don't forget…"
