"..."
"Let me tell you, Thomas Shannon, the day I fall for you is the day you can be proud. Understand?"
Thomas Shannon's face suddenly darkened, and his voice became sinister. "So you're saying you haven't fallen for me yet?"
Sophie Sullivan: "..."
Damn it! She dug her own grave... She wanted to cry at her own stupidity...
Sophie Sullivan rolled her eyes. "I was just making a metaphor. Do you understand what a metaphor is?"
"Do you like me or not? Say it!" Thomas Shannon grabbed her chin with one hand and pulled her towards him.
His dark, deep eyes, filled with countless ice shards, stared at her coldly. He exuded a terrifyingly sinister air from head to toe.
Sophie Sullivan said, "I used to like you, but not anymore."
"Are you lying to me?" Thomas Shannon smirked. She used to like him, but now she doesn't? Liking someone doesn't just disappear that easily. She was lying!
