CHAPTER 146: CHAPTER 146: WHO ASKED YOU TO SAVE THEM!

Her breathing began to quicken. She was taking in more air than she was letting out... Her vision went black and her body swayed; the nightmare was replaying—her body stumbled, falling toward the crocodile.

At the critical moment, someone pulled her forcefully, drawing her into a firm embrace.

Sophie Sullivan felt dizzy and sank completely into darkness.

Thomas Shannon looked at the woman who had fainted in his embrace, his handsome face terrifyingly somber.

「...」

Amelia Shaw sat blankly on the sofa, her mind empty.

She couldn’t understand what Thomas Shannon’s intentions were towards the maniac. He had clearly driven her to the backyard, so why did he go and save her?

Half an hour later, she saw a tall figure enter the room.

She stood up excitedly. "Thomas, you’re back."

As soon as Thomas Shannon sat down, Harry, who had just bounded in from outside, suddenly rushed over and leaped into his embrace.

"MEOW." Harry tilted his fluffy head, acting adorably.

Thomas Shannon lazily lifted his hand, stroking its fur now and then.

He picked up his coffee with one hand and took a sip.

Amelia was about to get closer when Harry bristled, its fluffy head raised, and let out a menacing howl at her.

It looked extremely fierce, as if guarding its territory.

The master’s embrace is mine, and no one is allowed to snatch it away!

Amelia sat down awkwardly and turned her head. Her smooth hair cascaded down her shoulders, soft and lustrous.

It was so soft, it tempted one to reach out and touch it, to see if it was as silky as imagined.

She knew exactly what expression and angle would make her look most beautiful from Thomas Shannon’s perspective.

Having mastered the angle and posture, she raised her hand and timidly touched Harry’s soft fur. "I remember two years ago, Harry was just a little kitten. Now it’s grown so big."

"MEOW!" Harry jerked its head away, almost biting her.

Amelia, her heart still pounding, withdrew her hand. Thomas Shannon put down his coffee and tapped Harry on the head with a faint, unreadable smile.

This little coward. Why isn’t it this arrogant in front of the maniac? Indeed, it takes a madman to handle a coward.

Thomas Shannon held Harry and stood up. Amelia nervously rose as well. "Thomas, where are you going?"

"I have another meeting. Entertain yourself."

With those words, Thomas Shannon left, Harry still in his embrace, and Charlie River followed closely behind.

Watching him leave with a sense of loss, Amelia couldn’t help but clench her fists. Is this how it’s going to be? Am I doomed to spend every day in fear of losing him?

「...」

Dazed and groggy, Sophie Sullivan awoke. She felt weak, her body heavy, as if she were constantly falling.

Opening her eyes, she looked around blankly.

How could I be back here?

Her thoughts returned to the second before she fainted. It was as if... I’d been saved by someone again. Just like last time, I almost fell into the crocodile’s mouth but was saved at the critical moment. It was Thomas Shannon last time. And this time... who was it?

Sophie Sullivan struggled to sit up and rubbed her forehead. Glancing at her nightgown, she wondered, Who changed me?

She got out of bed, opened the door, and saw two maidens standing outside.

"Who saved me today?"

The maidens remained expressionless.

Sophie Sullivan gripped the door handle with one hand and leaned on the doorframe with the other. "Who brought me back?"

"..."

There was no answer.

Sophie Sullivan slammed the door shut with a BANG.

Could it be... really Thomas Shannon?

The moment before I fainted, I clearly sensed a familiar, crisp scent. I’ve only ever smelled this crisp, masculine scent on one man, and I’m very familiar with it.

"Maniac!"

Sophie Sullivan angrily kicked the door panel.

Her toes slammed into the door panel, the sharp pain making her gasp. She quickly bent down, clutching her throbbing toes.

Her anger intensified. Sophie Sullivan went to the bedside, grabbed a pillow, and fiercely beat it several times. "Thomas Shannon, you maniac!"

With each blow, she cursed, "Who asked you to save me?!"

She slammed the pillow onto the bed. "Go to hell, you!"

Fickle and temperamental! That was Sophie Sullivan’s evaluation of Thomas Shannon.

Panting with exhaustion, she collapsed onto the bed, staring unblinkingly at the ceiling.

When would days like these ever end? My vocal cords, my face... Until everything improved, I can only endure.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

"Maniac, I’m coming in."