"Fennie, perhaps your fiancé never liked you, he has someone else in his heart."
"Stop it, Thomas Shannon, just stop it..."
Sophie Sullivan shook her head, wanting him to stop talking. Thomas Shannon held her face, lowering his head to touch her forehead with his, those pitch-black eyes as deep as the endless universe, unfathomable.
He locked his gaze on her, not allowing her the slightest chance to evade, "Sophie, don't deceive yourself any longer. Deep down, you also have suspicions, don't you?"
She couldn't possibly be without suspicion, especially upon learning that her fiancé was going to marry the imposter.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have stormed off to confront him in anger.
Lucifer was smart, finding a perfect excuse to absolve himself.
"Thomas Shannon, stop it!" Sophie's mind was in turmoil. She hastily pushed Thomas away and quickly left the guest room.
