Thomas Shannon was skeptical, "Really?"
"Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?" Saying that, Sophie Sullivan lifted the silk quilt, got out of bed, and went into the restroom to wash up.
Closing the door, Sophie Sullivan let out a sigh of relief, thankful for her quick reaction.
If Thomas Shannon had asked about what happened last night, she would have been too embarrassed to speak.
Thomas Shannon sat up, his gaze fixed heavily on the restroom door, then he hooked his lips into a smile and shook his head helplessly.
Sophie Sullivan had just poured a cup of water when the restroom door was pushed open. Thomas Shannon stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, squinting at her, "Did nothing really happen last night?"
"Of course nothing happened, or do you think something did?" Sophie Sullivan stiffened her small neck, adamantly denying it all.
What a joke; how could she let him know what happened last night? That would be like confessing without being interrogated.
