That girl, her voice sweet with a touch of shyness, who is she?

Where did she get Thomas Shannon’s private number?

Sophie Sullivan had suspicions about her identity and was about to ask who she was when suddenly, her head was struck by a wet ball.

Thud!

Reflexively, she raised her hand to cover her forehead.

She didn’t know when Thomas Shannon emerged from the water, arms resting on the edge of the swimming pool, his wet hair completely pulled back.

Exposing a full and smooth forehead, a handsome face, under the sunshine, the dazzling light refracted from the rippling water surface mirrored that evil expression.

On the phone, the girl’s voice continued, "Hello, are you listening?"

Sophie irritably took off her sunglasses, glared at Thomas Shannon, who chuckled lightly, "Are you mad?"

"Your phone!"

Thomas Shannon raised an eyebrow indifferently, "No note, a girl."

At his words, a suspicious expression appeared on Thomas Shannon’s face, and he immediately climbed onto the shore.

The servant handed him a towel and a bathrobe, and he took the towel and casually wiped away the water droplets on him before putting on the bathrobe.

He took the phone from her hand, lowered his gaze to glance at the number, thin lips slightly pressed, he went to the side of the swimming pool to answer the phone.

With his back to Sophie, he lowered his voice, Sophie couldn’t hear what he was saying, nor see his expression.

The call lasted less than five minutes before it ended.

He walked over with the phone, Sophie biting the straw, the corner of her mouth slightly hooked, gazing at him with a half-smile, "Whose call was it?"

"..."

"The voice sounded quite sweet, was it a young girl?"

Thomas Shannon reached out a hand, ruffled her hair, and chuckled, "Jealous?"

Sophie irritably threw off his hand, her face darkening, "Thomas Shannon, don’t change the subject on me, who in the end is that girl?"

"My mother’s adopted daughter, my sister."

Sister?

Well, indeed, last time he did say that the person resembling Raina Bell was his sister.

Adopted daughter...after all, not biological, right?

Which means, she and Thomas Shannon have no blood relation.

Sophie’s brain had already let her imagination run wild, everything was possible.

Especially when they’re together day and night, no blood-related sister.

"What does your sister look like?"

"Not even a tenth as good as you." Thomas Shannon bent down, his fingertips lifting her delicate chin, his thin lips kissing her red lips covered in sweet coconut juice.

The tip of his tongue licked away the sweet coconut juice completely.

Then Thomas Shannon whispered, "Really sweet."

Not sure if he was praising the coconut juice or her...

"Thomas Shannon, tell me about your sister."

Thomas Shannon lay beside her, his hand around her shoulder, letting her head rest on his shoulder, looking at her with much interest, "Interested in a future sister-in-law?"

"It’s not certain whether she’s a sister-in-law."

Thomas Shannon frowned, "What do you mean?"

Just the literal meaning.

Sophie pursed her lips, "Nothing in particular, are you really not going to tell?"

"What’s there to say about a little girl, when she gets married in two years, she’ll be someone else’s wife. At that time, you’ll be part of the Shannon Family."

Little girl...

Could it be she’s overthinking it?

Or, is there something hidden within all this?

Thomas Shannon watched her eyes swirling around, no one knows what else her little brain is imagining.