Chapter 1532: Calm Down, Take a Deep Breath...

Dark deep eyes, like the endless universe, so profound that they can’t be fathomed, yet easily draw people in, making them completely engrossed.

Sophie Sullivan looked away and started kicking him again, continuously striking him on the calves.

She just wanted him to feel the pain!

“Look into my eyes, tell me, did you do it with him?” Thomas Shannon tightened his grip on her jaw suddenly.

The force was so heavy that it seemed like it would crush her bones.

“Let go.” Sophie Sullivan squeezed out two words with difficulty through clenched teeth.

“Is he good at it?”

“…”

“Better than me?”

“…”

“Can he make you feel as comfortable as I can?”

Listening to his shameless words, Sophie raised her hand, aiming for that infuriating face.

Her wrist was intercepted in mid-air, Thomas Shannon wedged a leg between her legs, pinning both her hands above her head against the wall.

“Sophie, I saw the videotape.” He leaned closer to her ear, his voice hoarse, with a magnetic tone, captivating her.

Confusion flashed across Sophie’s eyes, what videotape?

Thomas Shannon continued, his warm breath sprayed into her sensitive earlobes, “You were so soft, your voice unbearably delicate…”

“Shut up!”

In a flash, a white light exploded in Sophie’s mind, and that unpleasant memory began to resurface.

It started to wander recklessly back and forth in her mind.

She glared at him, wishing she could bite through his neck, “You didn’t destroy it?!”

“That was a testament of our love, it should be kept as a memento.”

“Despicable!”

Thomas Shannon laughed in a low voice, “When you were begging for mercy, you didn’t say that.”

“Shut up! Thomas Shannon, shut up!”

Sophie screamed wildly, “Get out! I don’t want to see you, leave… just leave!”

In fact, not only had Thomas Shannon seen the videotape, he also saw the surveillance data of her location, Charlie River had told him that it was because he placed a satellite positioning ankle chain with a chip on Sophie’s ankle.

Unless he personally unlocked it, Sophie wouldn’t be able to unfasten it.

The ankle chain monitored her location, accurate to within ten meters.

This meant, no matter where Sophie was on this Earth, she couldn’t escape his eyes.

Fragments scattered in the mind, videotapes, ankle chains, tattoos…

Each and every piece made Thomas Shannon believe that Sophie was his beloved one.

His possessive nature wanted her forever imprisoned by his side.

Even marriage and children were calculated as a way to bind her closer to him.

In the past half a month, the headache had become increasingly frequent.

He wasn’t sure what it signified, only that her recent behavior had grown increasingly indulgent…

The woman trapped between his embrace and the wall, her furious and exceedingly beautiful small face turned red with anger, beautiful eyes filled with ice-like hatred.

Thomas Shannon’s throat moved, and the two stared at each other for a few seconds, a few seconds mirroring the length of time.

He lowered his eyelids, the hand tightly gripping her jaw changed to stroking her chin’s soft skin, “Calm down, take a deep breath…”

Sophie turned her face away, indifferent.

“I think we should sit down and have a good talk,” Thomas Shannon softly spoke.

Talk?

There was no longer anything to talk about between her and him.

Apart from the ties of William Westlake and Snowball, her and him.