Sophie Sullivan quickly regained her composure and softened her tone, "You hurt me. Can't you be a bit gentle?"
Thomas Shannon's complex gaze gradually moved down and landed on her slender wrist.
Sure enough, a red mark appeared on her delicate skin.
Realizing what he had done, Thomas Shannon, rather gentlemanly, released his grip, "Sorry."
Sophie broke free with a slight struggle and withdrew her wrist from his palm.
Rubbing her reddened wrist, Sophie pursed her lips and turned to leave. Thomas Shannon, standing behind her, said in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"
"Back to the room."
"Your room is this way."
Sophie turned around again, gave him a glance, "Lead the way."
Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, a handsome look without any displeasure, and he stepped forward to lead the way.
Pressing his fingerprint, he opened the door and stood at the doorway, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Please."
