Sophie Sullivan hummed softly, unwilling to give a definite answer.
Thomas Shannon set down the water cup, eyebrows furrowing tightly, a hint of displeasure flashing across his cold eyes, "Fennie, are you trying to have one foot in two boats?"
"I haven't stepped in yours." Sophie Sullivan looked innocently at him; wasn't it him who held her tightly, not letting her off the boat?
And now he blamed her?
"You've stepped in!" Thomas Shannon insisted, "I said you stepped in, so you did, no objections!"
"Thomas Shannon, I'm not Charlie River, I'm not afraid of you." She couldn't understand his own tangled love mess, yet he had the nerve to criticize her for two-timing?
Get it straight: she had a fiancé first, before she had an improper relationship with him.
Quite a line, she wasn't Charlie River and not afraid.
Thomas Shannon smiled, his cold eyes dimming a few shades, "Then, are you afraid that the ankle chain on your leg will never come off?"
"..." Shameless!
