Thomas Shannon paused for a moment, his facial color softened a bit, his thin lips gently pecking at her soft cheek, "Did I scare you, Cecilia?"
Sophie Sullivan sneered inwardly; it wasn't that easy to scare her.
However, if he knew that now the second woman he wanted to take responsibility for and the first heartless woman were the same person, who knows what his expression would be like.
That expression would be incredibly wonderful!
Sophie Sullivan was exhausted from his torment, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
The man lay on his side, supporting his head with one hand, gently caressing her smooth cheek with the other, the curve of the corner of his mouth consistently joyful.
Just touching the face was no longer satisfying to him.
He lowered his head, buried his face in her neck, deeply inhaling her scent.
Perhaps because of the vigorous activities that made her sweat, the edge of the tape covering the tattoo on her chest had already curled up.
