Before Cecilia arrived, he wasn't this weak, his fists were like iron, pounding on the body as if a knife had ground over.
The trick of self-pity…
It's a ploy this man often uses; it doesn't need to be new, just effective.
Thomas Shannon hardly retaliated, always in the receiving end, his gaze forever fixed on Sophie Sullivan.
In that look, there were so many emotions.
Hearing Lucifer's words, Sophie Sullivan felt a momentary urge to stop him.
"Fennie..."
Thomas Shannon lifted his hand, wiped away the vivid blood at the corner of his mouth, his handsome face becoming even sharper.
Separated by a distance, the two gazed distantly at each other.
"Are you still angry with me?"
Lucifer really couldn't stand it, he kicked over with force, "Thomas Shannon, you're shameless!"
Pretending!
Still pretending!
Always playing the pitiful in front of Cecilia, using the trick of self-pity, it's enough!
