"Who can't you kiss, why does it have to be Isabel? Don't you know she's the one who hurt me?"
Thomas Shannon placed his broad palm on her head, soothingly ruffling her hair, "Fennie..."
"Don't call me Fennie, call me Miss Cecilia!" Sophie Sullivan grabbed his collar with one hand, "Anyone but Isabel, understand?"
"So, the crux of the issue is that I can kiss anyone, as long as it's not Isabel?"
Sophie was about to nod, halfway through, she controlled herself sharply, "No!"
She almost got tricked by him!
Sophie angrily pinched his neck, her beautiful small face was taut, "Don't speak in riddles, you can't kiss anyone! Thomas Shannon, you're my man, if you're not clean, you're worthless."
"Charlie, bring paper and pen."
"What do you need paper and pen for?"
Sophie smiled mischievously, gently patting his handsome face with her soft little hand, "Write it down in black and white, sign with your big name, Young Master Shannon, and put a fingerprint, then I'll believe you."
