Chapter 1383 - 1385: You Really Want to Cut Ties with Me?

Sophie’s head felt a bit dizzy, being held and shaken by him, which made her head even dizzier.

"Let go of me first."

"Baby, I was wrong, truly wrong. Whatever you say goes, I won’t argue, okay?"

Thomas Shannon embraced her, his thin lips gently kissing her swan-like beautiful neck.

"Go apologize to Liam."

"..."

"What, unwilling?"

"Okay." Thomas paused, then asked, "If I apologize, will you forgive me?"

"Get a divorce."

Thomas’s body stiffened; she was still thinking about divorce?!

Sophie sneered, "Thomas Shannon, do you really think that the things you schemed for are truly safe?"

Just like stolen goods, can you really possess them with peace of mind?

"Fennie, I won’t get a divorce. Anything but divorce is fine with me." Thomas’s thin lips pressed tightly; getting a divorce was out of the question.

Since they were already married, since she had already seen through it, there was nothing left to say.

He admitted his means were somewhat despicable, but he didn’t regret it.

Nothing else could bind her more than marriage.

"Thomas Shannon, you have no idea where you’ve gone wrong!" Sophie furiously snarled, "You keep saying you know you’re wrong, but is this your attitude of admitting fault? If you know you’re wrong, have you changed?"

Thomas gradually raised his head, his gaze fixed intensely on her, "The reason you want a divorce is just to rekindle your past with Liam, Sophie, dare you say you don’t want to be Mrs. Donald?!"

"I dare not."

Thomas’s blood surged, his fist clenched with a loud creak, while Sophie provocatively hooked the corner of her mouth, "What, want to hit me?"

Thomas unclenched his fist, cradled her face, "How could I bear to?"

"Divorce?"

"Why must we get a divorce, huh?" Thomas’s fingertips rubbed her face, "Do you really want to sever ties with me so badly?"

Sophie rolled her eyes at him irritably, "What nonsense."

"Isn’t it?" Thomas’s eyes sparked with hope, "Don’t you want to sever ties with me?"

Sophie rolled her eyes at him again, "You mind whether I want to sever ties with you or not, let’s talk after the divorce."

"What if I don’t divorce?"

Once Thomas asked the question, the atmosphere immediately dropped to freezing.

Gabby whimpered, walked over, and threw herself at Thomas, baring her teeth at him aggressively.

"Let go of me." Sophie pushed Thomas away, tidying up her sleep gown.

Only then did Gabby climb down from Thomas, almost timidly sticking close to Sophie, who sat on the bed, while Gabby lay beside it, watching her.

Sophie chuckled, stroking Gabby’s head, "Gabby, I’m going to sleep now, good night."

Thomas raised a hand, undoing his shirt buttons, Sophie glanced at him, "Why are you still here?"

"It’s too late, I’m not leaving tonight." Thomas took off his shirt and asked with raised brows, "Where’s my sleep gown?"

"I threw it away."

"No matter, sleeping naked is more comfortable."

With that, Thomas turned and walked into the bath chamber, his idle demeanor as if he were at home.

Sophie planned to wait for Thomas to come out from the bathroom and then send him to the guest room to sleep. But as soon as she lay down for a while, her eyelids grew heavy, and she couldn’t resist the onset of sleep, finally sleeping.

Coming out from the bath chamber, his body emanated the same bathing lotion fragrance as Sophie.

Thomas hooked the corner of his mouth in a satisfied smile, seeing the woman lying asleep on the bed. He lightened his steps, fearlessly climbing onto Sophie’s bed under Gabby’s vigilant watch.