William Guillen's lips curved into a wry, thoughtful smile. Should he go and see for himself? On second thought, he had better not.
Teasing Harry in his embrace, William Guillen stood up and left.
「Inside the bedroom.」
The sedative in Sophie Sullivan's body had taken effect, and she was still asleep.
Thomas Shannon walked over and glanced at her. There were no external injuries on her body; it was just that her mind wasn't quite right.
His thin lips pursed slightly, Thomas Shannon got up and left the bedroom.
It was hard to tell how long had passed when Sophie Sullivan finally regained consciousness in a daze.
With confusion in her eyes, she looked at her surroundings—Thomas Shannon's bedroom...
She slowly sat up. Her head ached a bit, and she raised her hand, involuntarily tapping it.
What on earth had happened to her? Why did her head hurt?
