What's so funny?
Sophie Sullivan thought to herself, but still struggled to sit up. Thomas Shannon's arms encircled her soft slender waist, his chin resting in her neck, "Cecilia, being with you... is quite nice."
Sophie Sullivan is silent.
"Your uncle agreed to marry you to me. Then let's pick a time and set up the marriage, huh?"
"Young Master Shannon, how long have you known me, and you want to marry?" Sophie's tone was tense, with a hint of anger that even she hadn't noticed.
It's really laughable!
Does he treat every woman so casually?
Marriage, he and Isabel have known each other for how long, and just because they've rolled around on the bed for a few days, he thinks he can get married?
This kind of man is really a scumbag!
The more Sophie thought about it, the more nauseated she felt. She wildly pried off Thomas Shannon's arms, "Let go of me."
