Chapter 1325 - 1327: What Right Do You Have to Call Me Heartless?

Sophie Sullivan let go of Thomas Shannon, pushing him away a little, and raised her hand to pat her own head.

Thomas Shannon’s smile froze, and he quickly grabbed her hand to stop her, "What are you doing?"

Are you crazy?

"What I’m doing is none of your business, no need for your fake concern."

Sophie Sullivan flung his hand away in anger and lay down sulking.

Seeing her puffing with anger, as if he had really upset her greatly, Thomas Shannon couldn’t bear it. He reached out and pinched her cheek, "If I remove the ankle chain, will you leave immediately?"

"..."

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to, you heartless little rascal."

"..."

"Not unchaining you is just so you could keep me company for a few more days. The days you’re not here, I couldn’t sleep well at all."

"..."

"Fennie, don’t be mad, okay?"

Don’t be mad?

Sophie Sullivan stared coldly at him, a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, "Thomas Shannon, when will you truly consider my opinions? Whether it’s the tattoo or the ankle chain, what exactly do you take me for?"

"I..."

Thomas Shannon just wanted to explain when Sophie immediately interrupted him coldly, "You take me as your possession, never as a person! In your eyes, Thomas Shannon, I’m just your property, to be played with however you like. I can’t resist; resisting brings more severe threats or even retaliation!"

"Fennie, calm down!" Thomas Shannon held her shoulders, signaling her not to be agitated.

Sophie pried his hands apart and suddenly sat up, jumping from the end of the bed to the ground. Her legs went weak, and she almost fell.

Her body wobbled twice before she barely steadied herself.

"Sophie, where are you going?" Thomas Shannon immediately got up, blocking her path, and seeing her unsteady steps, stretched out his arms to pull her into his embrace.

"Let go of me, Thomas Shannon, let go of me!"

Sophie struggled in his arms, Thomas Shannon clasping her waist with one hand and gently patting her back with the other, "Alright, my fault, don’t be angry, calm down."

"Calm down? How can I calm down? You said you’d take off my ankle chain when I returned. Now that I’m back, you’ve gone back on your word. Thomas Shannon, businessmen value credibility, has yours been fed to the dogs?"

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed tightly together, remaining silent as she vented.

Sophie balled her hands into fists, pounding against his chest, "You’ve always just threatened me, knowing well that I want to reclaim my identity, yet you insist on selling the unmanned combat aircraft to Andres. Thomas Shannon, you say you like me, say you love me, but there’s never a lack of women around you. You can’t bear to touch Raina Bell, then Cheryl Chew comes along. What right do you have to call me heartless?"

Sophie shouted with a low growl, her beautiful eyes sparkling, glaring at him fiercely as if wishing to pierce him with a glare.

Thomas Shannon lowered his head, the corner of his mouth curving into an uncontrollable smile. Sophie widened her eyes, "You’re still smiling? I’m talking seriously with you now, and you’re still smiling? Do you even take me seriously?"

Sophie, almost exploding with anger, raised her hand to hit him, punching and kicking.

Just as she lifted her knee for a hard strike, Thomas Shannon suddenly snapped back to his senses, his tall body deftly dodging to the side.

His heart still pounding in fear, he said with a trace of lingering apprehension, "Fennie, it can bring you happiness, why are you doing this to it?"