CHAPTER 247: CHAPTER 247: FOR THE NEXT ONE MONTH, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH ME.

That restless hand gradually moved up.

It seemed to be changing position...

"I shouldn’t have touched you."

"What else?"

What else?

Sophie Sullivan glared at him, "Thomas Shannon, don’t push your luck!"

Did he have to force her to take all the blame before he was satisfied?

"Put away your little schemes. If there’s a next time, it won’t be let go so easily."

Thomas Shannon’s eyes were deep, and the curve of his mouth was slightly cold.

It seemed like a warning.

But Sophie understood his meaning: she should give up her little schemes and not play tricks under his watch.

She pretended not to understand, "So what do you plan to do with me?"

"What do you think?" Thomas Shannon’s handsome face gradually closed in.

Finally, that perfectly sculpted nose gently brushed her own. "Next time, I’ll throw you into the crocodile pond to feed the crocodiles."

Sophie nodded, showing that she understood.

She quickly stood up from his legs and patted his shoulder. Under his puzzled gaze, she declared with a smile, "Thomas Shannon, just now, I made a decision."

"Let’s hear it." Thomas Shannon lazily supported his head with one hand, waiting leisurely for her to go on.

Sophie enunciated clearly, "I’ve decided that for the next month, you’re not allowed to touch me!"

Thomas Shannon: "..."

In your dreams!

Not for a month, not even for a week!

Seeing his sudden change in expression, Sophie’s mood became exceptionally good. He’s scared now, isn’t he?

"Then it’s settled happily!" Sophie made a scissors hand, waving it smugly in front of him twice before turning to leave.

...

「Dark cell.」

The mottled iron door made a sharp, long sound.

Amelia Shaw hadn’t eaten for a day and one night. In the dark cell, not only was the air and environment terrible, but the food was also coarse and disgusting.

She felt as if she had entered the world of the lower class; the food resembled swill.

It was utterly unappetizing.

When the iron door opened, she thought the maniac had come to taunt her again.

Her body still curled up in the corner, motionless, she was too lazy to even lift her eyelids.

A man in black stood at the doorway and looked at Amelia Shaw. "You can go out."

For a moment, she doubted her ears.

Amelia Shaw raised her head in surprise, her voice excited and trembling, "What did you say?"

"The Young Master said you can go out!"

Thomas Shannon was letting her go?

Great!

Amelia Shaw immediately stood up, patting herself down vigorously to get rid of all the filthy dust.

"I’ve been wanting to leave this awful place for ages!"

Leaving those words behind, Amelia Shaw followed the man in black, urging him to go faster and faster.

She didn’t want to spend another minute, another second, in this terrible place.

She came out of the dark cell, finally seeing the light of day again.

When she entered the castle, her whole body dirty and in disarray, she bumped into the dazzling, gorgeously dressed maniac who was about to go out.

"Congratulations, you’re finally out."

Sophie looked at Amelia Shaw and smiled faintly, her gorgeous ruby mask reflecting a dazzling light under the lights.

Just like her stunning face, with its aggressive, breathtaking beauty.

Amelia Shaw clenched her fist. To say she wasn’t envious would be a lie!

To say she wasn’t jealous, that too would be a lie!

She was dressed in a formal dress, wearing expensive jewelry, her makeup exquisite and alluring; she was clearly dressed to accompany Thomas Shannon to a banquet.

Why could a disfigured woman like her be Thomas Shannon’s female companion?