Sophie Sullivan extended her index finger, pressing it against his thin lips, signaling him to keep quiet.

The two were very close, and Thomas Shannon vaguely heard a female voice coming from the mobile phone. His tightly knitted brows gradually relaxed.

Sophie chatted with Mrs. Zane for a while before hanging up the phone.

Putting down the phone, she couldn’t help but reach out and pinch his handsome face, pulling it slightly, "Thomas Shannon, do you have to be so neurotic?"

It’s just a phone call, is it necessary for him to investigate so thoroughly?

Besides, even if it were a man, so what?

Doesn’t she have the freedom to make friends?

"Meow." Harry protectively raised his paw and leapt from Thomas Shannon’s embrace, giving Sophie a tap on the hand with his paw.

Sophie gasped, unable to believe the chubby fellow dared to rebel, "Harry, you’ll get buried in the ground by Gaby like this, believe it or not?"

Harry’s chubby and round body shuddered suddenly, and he curled up, seeking shelter in Thomas Shannon’s embrace, meowing pitifully.

Thomas Shannon let out a low laugh, gently stroking Harry’s fur with one hand, lifting his eyelids to look at Sophie, "How’s your face feeling now, still hurt?"

"Oh no, I almost forgot, Old Mr. Standford said I need to get my medicine changed today."

Sophie lightly tapped her forehead with her hand and got up to leave.

Gaby swaggered out of the kitchen, seeing Sophie stepping out, and dashed after her.

Thomas Shannon chuckled helplessly, calling out to her in a deep voice, "Wait."

"If there’s anything, wait until I get back from changing my medicine."

Leaving those words behind, Sophie walked away with Gaby in tow.

Thomas Shannon looked at her mobile phone left on the sofa, playfully curling the corner of his mouth. His slender fingertips picked up her mobile phone, twirling it twice in his hand.

He was hesitating whether to unlock her secrets and check her call history.

Just then, Lucifer’s call came in.

"Ha, can’t seem to get rid of you."

Thomas Shannon answered the phone with one hand. On the other end, Lucifer hadn’t realized it wasn’t Sophie answering, his voice low and gentle, "Dear, did you miss me?"

"Get lost, who’s your dear?" Thomas Shannon was so disgusted that his skin crawled with goosebumps.

Dear, really?

Shameless!

Sophie was never his dear, what nonsense.

Lucifer’s smile froze at the corner of his mouth, twitching slightly, and his handsome face immediately darkened, "Why is it you?"

"Surprised?" Thomas Shannon sneered arrogantly, with a strong hint of provocation.

Lucifer’s voice suddenly turned cold, "Where’s Cecilia Branford? Let her answer the phone!"

Damn it!

This annoying fellow, does he understand what manners are, does he think he can just fiddle with Cecilia Branford’s phone?

Does he think he can answer her phone as he pleases?

Thomas Shannon lowered his eyes, watching Harry, who was being scratched under the chin with an enjoyment-filled face, the smile at the corner of his lips deepening, "Sophie is still asleep. Last night’s ordeal was too much for her, she’s not awake yet. Do you have something to tell her? I can pass it on."

The news struck like a thunderclap.

Lucifer clenched his mobile phone in disbelief, "Say that again."

"Lucifer, we’re all adults here. Do I really need to spell it out for you to understand?"

Lucifer’s face was filled with shock; and after the shock, it was ashen, the color of blood draining slowly from his face...

Cecilia Branford... still asleep.

Because, last night was too hard on her...

Lucifer set down the phone and hung up, unable to regain his composure for a long time.