Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 328: Chapter 330: He’s used to it, who has any objections?

Listening to her increasingly absurd words, Thomas Shannon finally lost patience and pushed her away.

With his cold eyes filled with frost and sharpness, he said, ”Do I look like I’m desperate for love?”

What use was her obedience compared to the maniac? No matter how obedient she was, no matter how much she professed to love him, she wasn’t the maniac. A missed chance was a missed chance. To show up after two years, suddenly claiming to love him and regret everything—where had she been before? Taking two years to realize who she loved—wasn’t that ridiculous? Was she truly brainless, or did she take everyone else for a fool? If she were half as interesting as the maniac, she wouldn’t have ended up in this predicament today. He couldn’t muster the slightest interest in her, let alone consider keeping her by his side.

Amelia Shaw recoiled, her eyes wide with shock and fear, ”Thomas...why can’t you give me just one chance? After all, I’ve known you longer than the maniac. You gave her so many chances to be near you; why can’t you spare just one for me?”

Spare? Thomas Shannon scoffed. He wasn’t foolish enough to give a chance to a woman scheming to use it to collude with outsiders and harm him. She claimed to love him, yet she was still entangled with Frank Mitchell, even risking herself to steal design drawings for that man. Weren’t her actions proof enough of how despicable she was? The maniac might be arrogant, but she wouldn’t harm him. And even if his woman was arrogant, so what? She was Thomas Shannon’s woman. Who dared to criticize her? He indulged her; did anyone else have an opinion?

”Thomas...”

Seeing his gloomy expression and eyes that grew increasingly cold, Amelia Shaw gave a self-deprecating laugh, stumbling backward, ”So you really won’t give me a single chance, is that it?”

”Why bring humiliation upon yourself?”

She knew the outcome, yet she still insisted on hearing the answer from his own lips. Why bother?

”Haha... self-inflicted humiliation?” Amelia Shaw pointed to the tip of her nose, laughing through tears. ”You say I brought humiliation upon myself? Thomas, don’t forget how you loved me back then... It’s only been two years. How could you have changed so much that I don’t even recognize you anymore?”

”Time moves forward, and people change. Just because I liked you two years ago, does that mean I have to like you for a lifetime?” At this, Thomas Shannon scoffed, finding it utterly absurd.

Not wanting to waste any more time arguing with her, Thomas Shannon strode out of the Restaurant.

After leaving the Restaurant, he looked around but didn’t see Sophie Sullivan, only a lone suitcase.

”Where’s the maniac?”

”Young Master, the maniac has gone out,” the maid replied respectfully, her head bowed.

Gone out?

Thomas Shannon turned and walked out of the castle. At a glance, he saw Sophie Sullivan standing alone in front of the large fountain, apparently lost in thought.

He approached her with steady, unhurried steps.

A hand seized her shoulder, yanking her back.

Sophie stumbled a few steps, nearly falling. She turned around angrily, glaring at the culprit.

The man’s handsome brows furrowed, and he shot her an irritated look. ”The air here is so damp. Standing so close, don’t you care about your face?”

Old Mr. Standford said the wound shouldn’t be exposed to water before it healed.

Sophie belatedly recalled this, shot him another furious glare, and consciously backed further away from the fountain.

She took a step back; Thomas Shannon took one forward, closing the distance. His hands were in his suit trouser pockets, his gaze roguish. ”Why did you suddenly run out here?”

”Do I have a duty to tell you why I came out here?”