Chapter 1335 - 1337: You Proposed to Me Last Night…

Then he spoke with an air of seriousness: "You went on a drunken rampage last night, and what you did... it’s better if you don’t know."

Thomas Shannon had a look of grievance on his face, yet he stubbornly refused to say anything.

Sophie Sullivan grew even more curious. She encircled Thomas Shannon’s neck with her arms and leaned closer to him, "What exactly did I do to you?"

"Do you really want to know?" Thomas Shannon raised his eyebrow tips slightly, hesitating.

"Tell me!" Wasn’t it just a case of bad behavior after drinking?

Whatever crazy things she did last night, Sophie Sullivan was already prepared to hear it.

Thomas Shannon let out a faint sigh, then hugged her tightly, "Fennie, last night... you proposed to me."

She expected to hear something like hitting people or throwing tantrums, but instead, she heard about a proposal!

Proposal?

Sophie Sullivan became stiff all over. She slowly lifted her head, just about to look at him when he cupped the back of her head with a hand and pressed her into his embrace.

Sophie Sullivan started to struggle, "Thomas Shannon, explain yourself clearly. When did I propose to you?"

"Just last night, when you were drunk."

"Nonsense, I don’t remember anything like that!"

"You were drunk; how could you remember anything?"

Sophie Sullivan was so angry she almost couldn’t catch her breath. Proposal?

How could she possibly propose?

Utter nonsense!

It’s simply slander!

This isn’t real... this definitely isn’t real...

Sophie Sullivan covered her face, groaning in pain, "Liar, you must be lying to me."

"Fennie, you like me, and you won’t marry anyone else. It’s not embarrassing to propose to me. Come on, lift your head and look at me." Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, as he tried to lift her head.

Sophie Sullivan let out a howl, buried her head deeply in his embrace, and refused to lift her head no matter what.

No face left to see anyone...

She’s completely lost face...

"Little Treasure, lift your head and look at me."

Sophie Sullivan suddenly lifted her head, pinched Thomas Shannon’s neck with both hands, and threatened with a stern face, "Thomas Shannon, forget everything from last night, forget it all, got it?"

It’s impossible for him to forget everything that happened last night.

Thomas Shannon held a smile, enduring her grip, without saying a word.

Sophie Sullivan pinched him for a while, finding it boring, "Speak!"

"Can’t forget." Thomas Shannon’s eye color deepened as he gazed at her, "Fennie, I can’t forget."

"Hmph!" Sophie Sullivan withdrew her hands, annoyed, flung the silk quilt aside, and walked straight to the restroom.

Bang!

The door of the restroom was slammed by her, echoing loudly, venting her anger.

Sophie Sullivan looked at herself in the mirror, painfully clutching her head, murmuring, "What madness... proposal? Cecilia, you actually proposed?!"

The next second, the restroom door was pushed open from outside.

Sophie Sullivan immediately dropped her hand, glanced at him sideways, "Get out."

Thomas Shannon pushed open the door, stepped inside, and hugged her from behind, with his chin resting in the nook of her neck, gently nuzzling, "Fennie, I can’t forget. They say drunken words are the truest, this was your first time saying you loved me, truly saying you loved me."

He deliberately emphasized ’truly saying love for the first time.’

It was enough to show that all the perfunctory words she had said before, he had remembered them in his heart.

"How do I know if you’re telling the truth or lying?" After all, she blacked out from drinking; whatever she said or did last night, it’s up to him to say.

Thomas Shannon simply laughed, his voice lingering, "You’ll know later."

Sophie Sullivan pushed him away. After she was done washing up, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, "Unlock the ankle chain, I need to go back."