"And not just saying it, but actually showing it, you know?"
Women are sensitive creatures. If you can't make them feel your sincerity, then no matter how much you say or how beautifully you speak, it's useless.
Thomas Shannon raised his hand, rubbing his forehead. Am I not good enough for her? She always seems to provoke me...
She spent the entire day at the hospital with Lucifer. She isn't gentle and never shows weakness. What other woman is as headstrong and rude as her?
"Thomas," Edward Benson chuckled lightly. His voice, clear and distinct, reached Thomas Shannon's ears, sending a shiver through him. "—Isn't it precisely because of these unique traits that you were drawn to her? If she were another woman—obedient, gentle, and understanding—would you still like her?"
Thomas Shannon's brow furrowed. If Sophie Sullivan changed that awful temper of hers, would she still be Sophie?
No... She wouldn't be.
She is Sophie Sullivan, and she is also Cecilia Branford.
