Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 778: Chapter 780: You wouldn’t be... jealous, would you?

The preference was starkly clear.

Thomas Shannon also sat up, scoffing. This fellow actually knows how to be jealous.

However, no matter how much it competed, it couldn’t win against him.

After Sophie Sullivan consoled Gaby for a while, it still huffed loudly through its nose—a clear sign of its anger.

Sophie Sullivan turned and glanced at Thomas Shannon behind her. He hadn’t expected her to suddenly turn back, and now, she had caught his provocative stare directed at Gaby.

”Thomas Shannon!” Enraged, Sophie Sullivan grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Thomas Shannon coughed lightly, smoothly catching the incoming pillow and cradling it. ”...What’s wrong?”

”You have the nerve to ask?” Sophie Sullivan said, one hand stroking Gaby’s head. ”If you provoke Gaby again, I won’t be able to help you.”

Thomas Shannon raised an eyebrow. ”So, am I being threatened?”

”That’s right.”

Sophie Sullivan snorted, then, hugging Gaby’s neck, she and the pet glared at Thomas Shannon in unison.

Master and pet, their expressions were identical.

It was hard to tell if the pet took after the master, or the master after the pet.

But one thing was certain: each gaze was fiercer than the last!

Thomas Shannon cursed inwardly. What a heartless woman! Getting angry with me repeatedly over a pet. Was it really necessary? I’ve never gotten angry with her over Harry, yet she’s the one getting angry first. How infuriating!

After some more coaxing, Gaby bit her nightgown, pulling her downward.

Sophie Sullivan got off the bed. Gaby pulled her to the sofa to play, and the cushion became the prize in their tug-of-war.

Thomas Shannon watched, dumbfounded. So, in Sophie Sullivan’s heart, Gaby is more important than me? She actually ditched me to play with Gaby, leaving me alone in an empty bed?

”Fennie!” Thomas Shannon gritted out, the sound forced through clenched teeth.

Enough is enough! She’s been playing with Gaby for so long. Isn’t she coming back to bed?

”Thomas Shannon, why are you yelling so late at night? You scared Gaby,” Sophie Sullivan complained, turning her head.

It was as if he had committed some heinous crime.

Thomas Shannon laughed, a sound devoid of humor. ”I scared it? Sophie Sullivan, do you really think I could scare Gaby?”

Sophie Sullivan nodded with an air of utter seriousness. ”Of course.”

To her, whether Gaby was a tiger or not, it was just a big kitty. Just like Harry, a big, adorable cat that craved affection and loved to act cute.

”Sophie Sullivan, doesn’t your conscience prick you when you say that?”

Thomas Shannon was so furious he felt he could almost cough up a mouthful of old blood. She’s blatantly lying through her teeth! Me, scare Gaby? It’s more like Gaby would scare me! Does she really think her pet is like Harry—a fluffy ball, meowing softly, with harmless little claws? One swipe from Gaby’s paw could rip flesh open in seconds! Can Harry even compare to that?

Sophie Sullivan and Gaby paused their tussle over the cushion. A sly smile touched her lips, and her eyes narrowed with mischievous intent. ”Thomas Shannon, you aren’t... jealous, are you?”

”Are you blind?”

”...”

”I *am* jealous!” Thomas Shannon roared.

I could accept losing to Lucifer. After all, they were childhood sweethearts for over twenty years, and there’s a certain order to things—first come, first served. The blame lies in the fact that she and I didn’t know each other since childhood, didn’t grow up together; we don’t have that foundation of over twenty years of shared history. But losing to a tiger? I refuse to accept that! I’m a living, breathing man! Am I really no match for a beast?!

Sophie Sullivan was speechless. Only Young Master Shannon could declare his jealousy with such bold-faced righteousness.