Thomas Shannon watched as that charming figure disappeared from his sight, sitting up with interest.
He'd never thought his shirt could possess such a unique, captivating allure when worn by her.
「Inside the bath chamber.」
Sophie Sullivan took off her shirt and turned on the showerhead. Water GUSHED down.
Her wrist touched something cold.
Sophie looked down and saw the handcuffs he had locked onto her wrist. Angrily, she said, "What do you mean by this?"
Thomas Shannon wore only black trousers, which accentuated his long, straight legs.
He hooked a corner of his mouth into a smile, a wicked charm glinting in his eyes. "It means I'm afraid you'll run off."
"You promised to set me free!"
"But I also said I saved your life."
What a rascal!
Sophie swallowed her fury and glared at him. "You said so last night!"
Sophie lifted her leg, about to kick him between his.
