Thomas Shannon switched on the light. The moment the crystal lamp illuminated the room, he clearly saw the confusion on Sophie Sullivan's face.
Sophie Sullivan raised her head, her body recoiling in fear. "Who are you?"
Thomas Shannon closed the door behind him, a curious smile playing on his lips. He walked leisurely to the bedside. "Fennie, this amnesia game isn't fun."
"Who is Fennie?"
Sophie Sullivan propped herself up on the bed with both hands, continuously backing away until she reached the headboard. Her back pressed tightly against it, and she hunched her shoulders, her neck drawn in. "Are you a good person or a bad person?"
Thomas Shannon's brow furrowed. Still pretending!
He raised his hand and massaged his temples, feeling a headache coming on. "Okay, I admit I was too rough. I apologize, alright?"
"You... who are you, really?"
Sophie Sullivan pursed her lips. Her beautiful eyes welled up with tears, looking as if she might burst out crying at any moment.
