"Who said you were going to be kicked out?"

Sophie Sullivan raised her eyelids and shot him a look, "If I were kicking you out, I wouldn’t have let you in just now."

This sentence was music to Thomas Shannon’s ears. This little conscience-less one still hasn’t completely lost her conscience.

Thomas Shannon laughed deeply and quietly, he was extremely fond of her little mannerisms, his thin lips found her soft red lips and expertly caressed them, lightly kissing.

Sophie Sullivan pushed him away, "Stop fooling around, I have something serious to talk to you about."

"Go ahead," Thomas Shannon pecked lightly on her soft cheek.

"You can stay, but don’t get into conflict with Lucifer. Coexist peacefully, understand?"

"Sure, as long as he doesn’t provoke me."

Provoke?

"Thomas Shannon, what do you mean by provoke?"

Thomas Shannon chuckled lightly, his deep eyes gazing at her intently, "As long as he doesn’t try to take you from me, I naturally won’t have conflict with him."

Otherwise, that would be uncertain.

Sophie Sullivan: "..."

Thomas Shannon pinched her fleshy earlobe, extremely delighted, "Fennie, you know, you are my woman. I don’t allow anyone to covet my woman, even if Lucifer is your childhood sweethearts."

"Thomas Shannon, you seem to forget, I still have a fiance..."

Strictly speaking, them being together now is unethical. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"But your fiance hasn’t protected you, so is his existence still necessary?" Thomas Shannon gently stroked her smooth cheek, "Fennie, you’ve been missing for so long. Has your fiance found you? Even Lucifer can find you; if he cared, he would find you too. It’s been so long, and there’s been no noise at all, what does that say?"

Sophie Sullivan was expressionless, lost in thought.

Thomas Shannon’s deep, magnetic voice gradually whispered in her ear, "A fiance is supposed to be the closest, most intimate person, and he couldn’t even tell the real from the fake. Do you still hope he can take responsibility for you? Fennie, have you ever thought that maybe... your fiance is the one colluding with the imposter to seize your assets?"

"You’re talking nonsense!"

Instinctively, Sophie Sullivan blurted out in rebuttal.

This sentence was entirely thoughtless, spoken without engaging her brain.

She didn’t know why, clearly she had no impression or memory of her fiance, yet her subconscious felt he wasn’t like that.

He’s not such a vile person.

He’s not.

Thomas Shannon wasn’t angry, he coaxed gently, "Fennie, don’t speak too firmly. Even if he didn’t directly participate, he tacitly accepted the imposter as you, didn’t he? Anyone close to you should be able to tell the real from the fake. Your friend and Elder Brother Lucifer can, so why can’t he, your fiance?"

Thomas Shannon emphasized the words friend and Elder Brother deliberately.

He didn’t want to use an ambiguous term like childhood sweethearts for Lucifer, forcing the identity towards friend and Elder Brother.

Sophie Sullivan’s brain was very confused; she wanted to counter something, but didn’t know how to refute him.

What he said wasn’t entirely unreasonable.

Why can Lucifer distinguish between real and fake, but her fiance cannot?

Why is that?

Additionally, the imposter is going to marry him. He must have had contact with the imposter, so, did he really not emit even a hint of suspicious behavior?

Or did he discover it but allow it to continue, pretending to know nothing?