Chapter 1093: Chapter 1095: My Child, Only You Can Bear

"Thomas Shannon, let me go..."

"Answer me!"

The pressure on her chin suddenly tightened, and Sophie’s forehead broke out in a fine, cold sweat from the pain.

She gasped, her whole body trembling slightly, and looked at him with a gaze filled with hatred, "I don’t need your indulgence, Thomas Shannon, I have nothing to do with you!"

Where is Lucifer?

Why hasn’t Lucifer come yet?

Thomas Shannon has gone mad. What exactly does he want? Where is he taking her?

Inside, Sophie felt uneasy, but she maintained a calm exterior. The calmer she appeared, the more it infuriated Thomas Shannon.

"Nothing to do with me?" Thomas Shannon sneered, his eyes tinged with bloodshot lines, "Sophie, listen to me, you’ll never have nothing to do with me in this lifetime."

Dangerous signals emanated from his eyes, causing Sophie’s heart to sink heavily, her actions reacting faster than her brain.

She turned and ran.

"You can’t escape."

The man let out a disdainful scoff, arrogant and overbearing.

Like picking up a chick, he easily grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back.

Subdued, Sophie angrily said, "No, Thomas Shannon, you can’t do this to me."

"Sophie, don’t forget, you were the one who provoked me first."

At that time, who was it that professed their love for him?

Now, after using him, she is eager to sever ties; there’s no such good thing in the world!

Sever ties? Sophie shouldn’t even think about it!

In this lifetime, she can only be his woman!

Even in death, she can only be buried in the Shannon Family cemetery!

Sophie’s hands were handcuffed, leaving her with no ability to resist. She angrily bit down, "Unlock this thing first."

Unlock?

Thomas Shannon’s carefully groomed brow raised slightly, "Do you think I’m stupid, or are you being stupid? Once it’s unlocked, won’t you just run?"

"I won’t run, unlock it." With the handcuffs on, she couldn’t do anything.

She might as well concede now and let him unlock the handcuffs.

"Even if you unlock the handcuffs now, what could you do? Jump off the airplane, or perish together?"

Sophie: "..."

She struggled forcefully, the cold metal cutting into her wrist, leaving red marks. She raised her eyes, "That’s why I want you to unlock them."

"If you’d behave a bit, these handcuffs wouldn’t harm you."

He could more or less guess what she was planning.

She had some cleverness, he admitted that, and he had to admit her bravery exceeded his expectations.

But what good does that do?

Taking a deep breath, Sophie reminded herself not to be angry, to remain calm.

Being calm now is more important than anything.

He intends to take her away, and since she’s already on the airplane, she truly cannot resist.

All she can do is make herself a bit more comfortable.

At the very least, not to be shackled like this, with her hands bound.

"Thomas Shannon, do you want to watch my wrists get all scraped up before you unlock these damned things?!"

Her beautiful eyes burned with two blazing flames, making her small face exceptionally lively.

His thin lips pressed tightly, his jaw tense, revealing his efforts to control his emotions, with a barely detectable hint of frustration deep in his cold eyes.

He knew all too well she was doing it on purpose, deliberately using distress to make his heart ache.

Yet... he willingly fell for it.

"Sophie, you brought this upon yourself." Though his words expressed disdain, his actions were exceptionally gentle as he unlocked the handcuffs.

Her skin was delicate; a slight pinch would leave marks.

On her slender wrist, the handcuffs left bruises, a ring of red marks starkly visible on her fair skin.

It looked alarming.

Thomas Shannon picked up her wrist and kissed those red marks with his thin lips, "My child, only you can bear it. So, you’d best not hurry to sever ties with me, because this lifetime, it’s impossible to sever."