Doing it right in front of her, purposely showing affection with Thomas Shannon! The sun was gradually rising, yet for some reason, Sophie Sullivan’s heart was gradually sinking. Deep down, she was still very resistant to Thomas Shannon calling her ’little fool’. Who would enjoy being someone without any memory of the past? Who would want to be someone with a blank memory? No memory was equivalent to no sense of security. She did not know who she was, where her home was, or where her relatives were. It had been a period of time since she woke up. Where was her family? Why hadn’t they come to find her? "Thomas, you must be tired. Have some water first." Amelia Shaw handed him a bottle of water, intending for him to put Sophie down. Seeing Sophie clinging to Thomas Shannon’s back, monopolizing him, made Amelia particularly displeased. "I’m not thirsty. You drink it." "You’ve been climbing the mountain for so long, how can you not be thirsty? Let me feed you." Amelia Shaw came up to him, holding the purified water with both hands, about to feed it to him. Before the bottle could touch his thin lips, a hand blocked it. Sophie Sullivan clapped one hand over Thomas Shannon’s lips and said provocatively, "Didn’t you hear him say he’s not thirsty? Amelia Shaw, can you please stop bothering us?" "You little maniac, you..." What did she mean, ’stop bothering us’? Thomas Shannon had invited *me* to watch the sunrise; Sophie was just tagging along. If anyone was bothering anyone, *she* was bothering *us*! The war between the two women seemed about to reignite. The corners of Thomas Shannon’s mouth curled up slightly. "Samuel, you must be tired too. Sit down and rest for a while." "Thomas, I’m just worried about you." Her gaze landed accusingly on Sophie, as if silently condemning her shamelessness. A hint of rare warmth colored Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes. "Don’t worry, I’m fine." That rare warmth was intoxicating. Amelia Shaw, lost in it, murmured, "Well... alright then." She sat down a little way off. Sophie was still clinging to Thomas Shannon’s back. After a long silence, she suddenly had an idea and asked, "Thomas Shannon, how old do you think I am?" Thomas Shannon: "..." Clutching her hair in frustration, Sophie Sullivan said, "I can’t believe I don’t even know how old I am..." Thomas Shannon: "..." How could he know something she herself didn’t? Frustrated, Sophie bit her lips and asked, "Thomas Shannon, why do you think my family hasn’t come to find me?" Thomas Shannon: "..." Someone was looking for her, but whether she would be found depended on whether he wanted her to be. Sophie tilted her head, her gaze fixed on his handsome profile. "Thomas Shannon, do you think I might already be married?" Thomas Shannon: "..." What a fool! If she were married, how could she still be a virgin? Had she forgotten who had taken her first time? Sophie shook her head again. "No, no, if I were married, we would definitely have had marital relations... so I guess I’m not married." She tilted her head again, her voice soft and sweet, with a hint of longing. "Thomas Shannon, do you think, maybe I’m not married, but I have a fiance or something?" "Shut up! No one wants to talk to you!" The blue veins on Thomas Shannon’s forehead throbbed; he had reached his limit. This was the most annoying person he’d ever met! "Fine, don’t talk then. No need to yell," Sophie grumbled, turning her head away with a huff. The sun’s rays gradually became more intense. She squinted her eyes, watching the dazzling golden light, fantasizing about what her life had been like before. Updates are released by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩