Chapter 1209 - 1211: I Kissed Isabel

A fleeting remark, and Thomas Shannon dismissed Derek Clark.

He wrapped his arm around Sophie’s waist, ready to leave. Sophie struggled twice, and he promptly switched to holding hands.

Satisfied with holding Sophie’s tiny hands, Thomas Shannon’s gloomy handsome face finally showed a hint of a smile.

The handsome face became even more alluring.

After boarding the airplane, Sophie rested her cheek on one hand, teasing Harry with the other, hesitatingly looking at the man sitting opposite, "Thomas Shannon ..."

"Hmm?" The man’s deep voice, with an alluring magnetic quality at the end, rose slightly.

"You are the first man I brought home."

"Really?" Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, his face full of disbelief, "What about Liam Donald? What about Lucifer?"

"They’re not like you..."

Lucifer was her friend and like a brother, Liam Donald was her fiancé; neither of them were men she brought home.

With just a short sentence, she successfully pleased Thomas Shannon.

He closed the file in his hand, placed it on the tabletop with a snap, "Sophie, it’s good that you have this awareness."

He was different from them; only he was her man, only he could be her safe harbor.

Sophie lay on the table, poking Harry’s fluffy head, and Harry lazily meowed.

Thinking of the mess in Country F, Sophie felt a headache.

However, more than the headache, she hoped to reclaim her identity swiftly.

Thinking of this, Sophie suddenly sat up straight, her gaze firmly fixed on Thomas Shannon. Thomas Shannon raised an eyebrow, "What’s wrong?"

"What exactly is going on between you and Isabel?!"

She hadn’t forgotten those things he said before; he was quite passionate with Isabel.

"What could it be, it’s just what it is." Thomas Shannon brushed it off nonchalantly.

What’s just what it is, Sophie slapped both hands on the tabletop, suddenly stood up, "If you don’t give me a satisfactory explanation today, I’ll throw you out!"

Throw out?

Quite the boast.

Thomas Shannon picked up the coffee, took a sip, his body relaxed against the chair back, "Miss Sophie, don’t forget the airplane you’re sitting in now is mine."

Meaning, wanting to throw me out, no way.

Sophie slapped her forehead, almost forgot about this, but still felt dissatisfied inside, "Fine, then I’ll go down myself."

"Where to?" Thomas Shannon reached out, grabbed the standing Sophie who was walking toward the cabin door.

"I regret it, I’m not taking you home anymore."

"It’s late."

With a grip from the man’s wrist, Sophie’s body was instantly pulled into his firm embrace, sitting on his legs. Sophie uneasily wriggled, "Thomas Shannon, if you don’t clarify things today, don’t expect to touch me."

"I kissed Isabel." Thomas Shannon confessed honestly.

Sophie’s eye color gradually cooled down, her lips like petals tugged into a mocking curve, "Only kissed?"

Thomas Shannon cupped her cheek, ignoring her struggle, planted a kiss on her forehead, then retreated a distance, gradually said, "Like this, kissed Isabel once."

That time, was also the only time she heavily provoked him.

"..."

"Are you angry?"

"..."

"Sophie, don’t forget about the many intimate actions between you and Lucifer. When I’m upset with you, did you ever care?"

"..."

"It’s not fair to be so double standard, Sophie."

Sophie fumed, "What if I’m double standard?"