He held a white towel in one hand, wiping his black wet hair.
Seeing her, his indifferent lips seemed to hook slightly, sketching out a faint hint of sarcasm.
"What are you staring at!"
Sophie Sullivan shot him an annoyed stare. Since he had discovered her, she had no reason to be sneaky anymore, so she simply did it openly.
"Not even a mosquito can escape here, I advise you to save your energy."
Thomas Shannon strode over, sat down on the sofa, and casually tossed the towel used for wiping his hair aside.
He leaned over, picked up the cigarette box from the tea table, pulled out one cigarette, held it in his mouth, and grabbed a metal lighter with one hand.
With his cold, narrow eyes slightly squinted, he lit the cigarette held in his mouth.
A faint smoke rose, he put down the cigarette box and lighter, took a deep drag, then turned to look at her, "Planning to stand there forever?"
