Chapter 1380 - 1382: Thomas Shannon, Why Are You Here?

It was like something always tightly held in my hand suddenly vanished without a trace, and that feeling of emptiness surged up to the tip of my heart.

Liam remained silent.

The atmosphere inside the compartment suddenly cooled down.

After a long time, Liam finally spoke softly, "Is it because I’m not doing well enough?"

"It’s not your fault, it’s because of me."

Sophie found it difficult to speak, not knowing how to tell him that his fiancée is now married.

"Must it be this way?"

"Yes."

Liam’s expression was indifferent, his emotions hard to read, but after saying these words, Sophie felt considerably relieved.

"Cecilia, if this is your decision, I respect you." After a long time, Liam said as much.

He couldn’t bring himself to force matters on a girl.

Just as now, she insisted on dissolving the engagement, and he couldn’t stop her.

"I’m sorry, Liam." Sophie lowered her eyelids and softly apologized.

Looking back now, she also felt quite rotten.

At that time, seeing Liam, she leveraged her own influence, insisting that he be her fiancé.

For so many years, whether he liked it or not, she kept appearing in front of him.

Now... saying to dissolve the engagement and so it dissolved, never considering his feelings.

Thinking about this, Sophie sighed softly, "Sigh..."

Hearing her sigh, Liam couldn’t help but smile, "I accept your apology, stop sighing."

"Not angry?" Sophie couldn’t help but stretch out her hand to poke his arm.

Liam shook his head, saying lightly, "Just a bit unprepared and lost."

One word of loss, after all, didn’t betray her affection for so many years.

Were her expectations of Liam too low?

......

Returning to the Onassis Old Castle, Sophie was utterly exhausted. She raised a hand, rubbing her forehead, and as she stepped into the main hall she called out, "Run the bathwater, I want to take a bath."

The servant trembled as they responded, "Yes... yes, Miss Cecilia."

Noticing something was amiss, Sophie lifted her eyelids, and what came into her view was a handsome man leisurely sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed.

His face was like that of God’s meticulously crafted work, deep and defined, with those profoundly dark cold eyes, bringing a suffocating sense of pressure emanating towards her.

"Thomas Shannon, why are you here?"

Sophie angrily glanced at the surrounding servants and bodyguards, "Who let him in?!"

The butler and the servants, along with all the bodyguards, instantly lowered their heads respectfully, "Sorry, Miss Cecilia."

Thomas Shannon stood up, his thin lips pressed tightly together as he walked towards her with an unmistakable displeasure.

Sophie snorted coldly, gazing at him fearlessly, "You still dare to appear in front of me?"

The man had a gloomy expression as his tall figure stopped in front of her, those terrifyingly cold eyes locking onto her, "Did you have fun tonight?"

He didn’t expect her enthusiasm for Liam was still high.

She even went to the trouble of waiting at his company for him after work, just to have a dinner with him!

Thomas Shannon sneered, one hand pinching her chin, his grip so strong it seemed as if he might crush her chin, "Why aren’t you speaking, so happy you forgot yourself?"

"Let go!" Sophie glared at him, turning her gaze aside and yelling, "What are you standing around for, hurry up and get these people out of here!"

"Miss Cecilia..." The bodyguards were somewhat apprehensive, after all, they had live ammunition in their hands.

If a fight broke out, the bullets don’t have eyes, and casualties would be inevitable...