Chapter 1382 - 1384: Fennie, I Can’t Remember Anymore

"Am I the one making a fuss with you?" Sophie Sullivan pushed him forcefully, "From start to finish, it was you calculating against me, Thomas Shannon, you’re bold enough to do it but not to face it!"

His selfishness, in his eyes, is always justified. All he needs is one command, and everyone must obey.

What he wants is only obedience and submission.

He thinks everything he does is right, completely disregarding her as a person, never taking her dignity and wishes into account.

"Yes, I did scheme against you, but it was because I love you!" Thomas Shannon roared, his eyes glaring at her fiercely enough to tear.

His blood-red eyes seemed as if they could drip blood, terrifying enough to make one’s heart tremble.

Sophie was angry too, "Just because you love me, does it justify hurting me and those around me?!"

Thomas Shannon’s throat seemed to be choked by something, his thin lips moved slightly, but he couldn’t say a word.

"Liam has been innocent all along, it’s enough for you to deal with me, but why harm him? This time it was his manor, next time will Young Master Shannon want his life?" Sophie coldly stared at him, her face cold and stunning, reminding him with an extremely cold voice, "Don’t forget, it was you who took Liam’s fiancée! You wronged him!"

Charlie River watched the two as furious as fire and water, worried that if they continued arguing like this, they would definitely start fighting.

He hurriedly stepped forward to persuade, "Young Master, Young Madam, please talk it out calmly, discuss things rationally, don’t be like this..."

"Shut up! Who are you calling Young Madam?" Sophie glanced coldly.

Charlie River immediately shut his mouth, not daring to speak again.

Thomas Shannon stepped back dejectedly, Charlie River worriedly supported him, "Young Master, are you okay?"

Thomas Shannon pushed Charlie River’s hand away, staring blankly at Sophie, seeing her face full of indifference, the distant coldness made his heart tremble.

The butler gave the servant a look, the servant nervously stepped forward, "Miss Cecilia Branford, the bathwater is ready, and we’ve added the essential oil you like most."

Sophie nodded, withdrew her gaze and bypassed Thomas Shannon, quickly going upstairs.

Lying in the bathtub, even though the bath chamber was filled with soothing incense, it still couldn’t help Sophie relax.

She rubbed her aching forehead with her hand, utterly exhausted.

After soaking for half an hour, she cleaned her body, and while wiping herself, she discovered bloodstains...

On the white towel, bloodstains were glaringly noticeable.

She took a sanitary pad from the washstand drawer, changed it, and put on her sleep gown, leaving the bath chamber.

Seeing Thomas Shannon, who stood like a guardian at the doorway, Sophie paused her steps, "Why haven’t you left?"

Thomas Shannon lowered his eyelids, stuck to her like a large Husky, tightly hugging her.

"Fennie, I was wrong." The man’s hoarse voice sounded somewhat pitiful.

Sophie wasn’t so easily fooled, "What were you wrong about?"

"I shouldn’t have schemed for marriage."

"And what else?"

"I shouldn’t have impulsively blown up Liam’s manor."

"And what else?"

Thomas Shannon furrowed his bright brow tightly, what else?

Sophie sneered, Thomas Shannon immediately said, "I shouldn’t be so overbearing, disrespecting your wishes and feelings."

"Ok, and what else?"

Thomas Shannon kissed her delicate neck, "Fennie, I can’t remember, please tell me."

"No touching, be serious!"

"Miss Cecilia Branford, I really can’t remember what else I did wrong, please tell me, I promise I’ll listen attentively, okay?"