Chapter 1213 - 1215: Wherever My Woman Is, That’s Where I Am!

Thomas Shannon’s forehead veins popped, "You said you would take me home?"

She actually deceived his feelings!

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed into a line, showing clear displeasure. Sophie Sullivan broke free from Lucifer’s hand, jogged to Thomas Shannon, lifted her delicate small face, squinting and smiling at him, softly said, "You know, I can’t go home now, so, when I take back my home later, I’ll take you home."

After she finished speaking, she boldly reached out in public, patting Thomas Shannon’s handsomely gloomy face to soothe him, "You’ll have to stay at the hotel for now, okay?"

Thomas Shannon grabbed her hand as she was about to withdraw it, tightly holding it in his palm, casting a cold gaze towards Lucifer, "You’re coming with me."

"No way, my aunt is waiting for me to return..."

"I’m going too."

Sophie was so annoyed she laughed, raising her hand to pat his chest, "Thomas Shannon, how can you be like this? Lucifer didn’t invite you; you can’t go."

"Why can’t I? Where my woman is, that’s where I am!" Thomas Shannon declared firmly.

"Cecilia Branford."

Lucifer shook the mobile phone in his hand, indicating to her that the Duchess’s call had already come through.

Sophie nodded repeatedly, "Coming right away."

She widened her beautiful eyes, staring at Thomas Shannon, "Are you going to the hotel or not?"

"Not going." Thomas Shannon said expressionlessly, showing he would not compromise.

"I’ll come to find you tonight, okay?" Sophie blinked, her alluring eyes filled with indescribable ambiguity.

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips slightly hooked, "After you find me, are you staying over?"

"What do you think?" Sophie threw the question back at him, wasn’t it obvious?

Of course not!

But she couldn’t let him know that yet, so Sophie had to avoid the question.

She was afraid he’d stop cooperating and start making trouble.

"Alright, I’ll take Andres with me." Thomas Shannon nodded readily, and after retracting his gaze, instructed Charlie River to leave immediately.

He didn’t look at Sophie once, truly decisive.

Not a drop of hesitation, showing no intention of saying a proper goodbye to her.

Sophie: "..."

Andres, with his head covered by a black cloth bag, was escorted into the car by the man in black, and the group left grandly.

Sophie pouted, returning to stand before Lucifer, who looked at her with doting affection, his deep blue eyes expressing endless tenderness even without words.

"Let’s go, Lucifer."

Just as Sophie was about to leave with Lucifer, something tugged at her skirt hem.

She looked down to find that chubby Harry had bitten the corner of her skirt, and when she looked up, Thomas Shannon’s fleet of cars had long disappeared.

"Meow~"

Harry cried pitifully.

"Harry, you really are the most pitiful pet, no doubt about it."

In a foreign land, your owner casually left you behind, don’t you think that’s tragic?

Harry responded with another cry, his chubby body struggling to climb up her skirt. Sophie extended her hand, pulling him into her embrace.

Harry flipped over, sprawling with his little belly exposed, looking utterly exhausted.

"Cecilia, aren’t you afraid Gaby will be upset?"

Upon thinking this, Sophie found Harry in her arms to be quite troublesome.

Then, she laughed, "It’s alright, if Gaby gets angry, he’ll only take it out on Harry."

Lucifer laughed softly, rubbing her head, placing one hand on her shoulders, "Let’s go back, Mommy’s already waiting."