Chapter 1410 - 1412: Where Could He Find a Better Wife Than Me?

"... Okay."

Sophie sneered, "While I’m gone, have you and Cheryl Chew gotten a lot more space?"

Thomas Shannon’s heart sank suddenly; what has she found out?

"Fennie, have you misunderstood something?"

"Misunderstood?" Sophie’s gaze fell on the few intimate photos on the tea table, and she snorted coldly, "I would love to misunderstand."

"Cheryl and I are not like what you think." Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed tightly, his voice deepened and became hoarse, "Don’t misunderstand, Fennie."

Not what she thought?

Does he know what she is thinking?

"Divorce!" Sophie was furious, the word "divorce" thrown over, she was about to hang up the phone.

Thomas Shannon’s body shook, and he sneered and shouted, "Impossible! In this lifetime, don’t even think about it!"

"Bastard!" Sophie hung up the phone forcefully, throwing the mobile phone onto the tea table, her blood rushing with anger, and her vision momentarily blacked out.

Her body swayed, suddenly pulled into a warm embrace.

"Cecilia, are you okay?" Lucifer was gentle yet insightful, "Why punish yourself for someone else’s mistake?"

Sophie leaned into Lucifer’s arms, closing her eyelids, "I’m not angry, why should I be angry... It’s really enough."

Good for you, Thomas Shannon!

What audacity!

If you like Cheryl Chew so much, go ahead and continue to cozy up with her.

The soft person in his embrace suddenly burst with infinite energy, frantically trying to break free from his arms. Lucifer looked at her in surprise, "Cecilia, what’s wrong?"

"How long has it been since I’ve contacted Liam?" Sophie, wearing pajamas, walked out of the bedroom, heading to the cloakroom.

At the doorway of the cloakroom, Lucifer’s tall figure leaned diagonally against the doorframe, watching her select clothes in the cloakroom, "Cecilia, don’t tell me you’re going to date Liam?"

"Can’t I?" Sophie held a skirt, turned her head to ask him, "How about this color?"

"Too flamboyant." Lucifer frowned.

But Sophie liked it very much, "Flamboyant suits me just fine."

The bolder the better, she just wants to be bold.

Walton Group will launch a new concept car in the fourth quarter; for this reason, Liam has been busy with public affairs, preparing for the fourth quarter’s new concept model.

Sophie didn’t manage to arrange a date with Liam, so she had a dejected meal with Lucifer outside.

The restaurant was elegant, the atmosphere perfect; Sophie idly poked at the neatly cut foie gras by Lucifer with her fork, "Lucifer, why do you think Liam doesn’t like me?"

Lucifer was truly defeated by her, back to this question again; he set down the knife and fork, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip, "Probably because he’s blind."

"I think so too." Sophie agreed wholeheartedly, "You tell me, missing out on someone as perfect as me, where can he find a better wife than me?"

"So, it’s his loss."

Sophie supported her cheek with one hand, her beautiful eyes blinking twice, "Do you think I should start pursuing Liam again?"

"..." Lucifer almost spat out the red wine he hadn’t swallowed yet.

He barely managed to compose himself without any embarrassing acts, wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin, he asked sternly, "Cecilia, are you serious?"

Just dissolved the engagement, now seeking to pursue Liam?

Are the emotions between men and women child’s play?

"Serious." Sophie puffed her cheeks and nodded.

Why is it that Thomas Shannon can have women left and right, one Cheryl Chew and another Raina Bell, while she can’t pursue Liam?