Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 308: Chapter 310: Thomas Shannon, you bastard!

Thomas Shannon sat down beside the bed and looked at Sophie Sullivan. ”Still hurting?”

His voice was low, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a trace of concern hidden within.

Sophie’s voice, soft and tinged with weakness, replied, ”It doesn’t hurt as much now.”

”That’s good.”

It seemed like a simple, ordinary conversation, yet it was filled with cautious concern.

Sophie raised her hand, trying to touch her face. It hurt so much; she must look like a complete mess all wrapped up.

Her fingers hadn’t even touched the gauze when they were caught in mid-air by a strong hand.

Under Sophie’s surprised gaze, Thomas Shannon said sternly, ”Don’t touch it!”

”I want to see...” She hadn’t seen her face yet since she left the operating room. Curiosity was like a cat’s claw, scratching at her heart again and again, making it itch with anticipation.

”Are you sure you want to see?” Thomas Shannon’s eyes were full of sympathy. She looked no different from a pig’s head in this state; it was better if she didn’t see it. Her mood might even be a little better for it.

If Sophie were willing to give up so easily, she wouldn’t be Sophie.

She said firmly, ”I want to see! Thomas Shannon, give me a mirror, quickly. I want to see what my face looks like.”

”Fine. This is what you asked for. Don’t regret it.” With that, Thomas Shannon went out and brought back a mirror for her.

Standing beside the bed, the man held out a mirror with his distinctly jointed fingers. ”See for yourself.”

Seeing his solemn expression, Sophie felt a wave of apprehension. She took the mirror carefully, starting to doubt herself. Is it really that terrifying?

”If you’re not afraid of being psychologically scarred by it, then look.” Thomas Shannon had said all he was going to say and didn’t want to add anything further.

Sophie clutched the mirror, mustered her courage, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

After repeating this several times, she finally steeled herself. She picked up the mirror and looked at her reflection.

Gauze was wrapped tightly around her head, covering her face completely except for one exposed eye.

Blood had seeped through the thick gauze, and the area was highly swollen.

Compared to the flawless skin on the other side of her face, this side was a disaster, like the scene of a car accident. Appalling!

THUD.

She tossed the mirror onto the quilt. Sophie finally understood why Thomas Shannon had tried to stop her.

It really would leave a psychological shadow... Too ugly! If Old Mr. Standford came to mock her for being ugly now, she wouldn’t dare to refute a single word. Even she herself thought she was ugly, let alone others!

Thomas Shannon picked up the mirror, a teasing smile playing on the corner of his mouth. ”Did you see clearly? Want another look?”

The person who had just been clamoring for the mirror now shunned it as if it were a poisonous snake, waving her hands frantically. ”No, take it away! Thomas Shannon, take it away from me!”

”Didn’t you want to see what you look like now? Take another look, deepen the impression.”

”Thomas Shannon, you bastard!”

Sophie flailed her hands in panic, her eyes tightly shut, refusing to open them no matter what.

The man’s low, deep laughter echoed in the room. Thomas Shannon casually placed the mirror face down on the bedside table. ”You rest well. I’ll be going first.”

Hearing he was leaving, Sophie opened her eyes. ”Where are you going?”

”I have a meeting to attend.”

After returning to the ancient castle, Thomas Shannon held a video conference in the study room.

Amelia Shaw, who had been quiet all day, left her bedroom and went downstairs.

Today was the day the maniac had surgery. A full day had passed, and Thomas Shannon had also returned to the ancient castle. This proved the maniac’s surgery was over.