Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, "Don't worry. If you get pregnant, just give birth. Your uncle and I are discussing our marriage, and having a child would be the perfect reason for us to wed."
Sophie Sullivan clenched her fist, wishing she could land a hard punch on his damn arrogant face.
Want to have a child?
Go have one with Isabel!
I've had enough, I don't need to endure anymore!
Sophie lifted her foot and stomped hard on his foot, "I'm hot. Stay away from me!"
Thomas Shannon sucked in a cold breath, his voice deepening, "Cecilia, why do you seem like a different person?"
Sophie sneered; she wasn't a different person, but a switched one!
The real Isabel was now on a flight to Country F, awaiting a hellish torment.
He still wants Isabel to have his child? Dream on!
Not in this life or the next!
Ding dong.
The doorbell rang, and Sophie urged irritably, "Go open the door."
Thomas Shannon cast her a sidelong glance, "Why can't you do it?"
"I don't have the strength."
