Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 846: Chapter 848: Thomas Shannon, I Don’t Like You Anymore

”Hmm?”

Thomas Shannon casually raised his eyelids, ”Is there something else?”

”Hand over the doctor!”

Thomas Shannon stood up, and due to the height difference, he easily looked down at her, ”I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

”Are you still pretending to be clueless with me?”

Sophie Sullivan reached out, her arm crossing the desk, grabbing onto his shirt collar.

”Meow.” Harry was startled, tucking his head into Thomas Shannon’s embrace.

”Fennie, when you speak, you need evidence. You falsely accuse me without proof, should I admit it?”

Sophie Sullivan took a deep breath, her cold eyes fixed on Thomas Shannon, ”You’re ruthless.”

She stepped back two steps, staring at him intently, ”No matter what tricks you want to play, I’m telling you, you’d better not harm him.”

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips curled slightly, looking at her with a mocking smile.

Their gazes clashed in the air with intense sparks. Ultimately, Sophie Sullivan was the first to withdraw her gaze, turning around to leave.

Thomas Shannon quickly followed her, but before he reached Sophie Sullivan, Gaby pounced on him, causing Thomas Shannon to swiftly step back, avoiding Gaby.

Gaby howled, warning him, then turned to catch up with Sophie Sullivan.

Thomas Shannon released Harry from his embrace and quickly followed, finally catching up with Sophie Sullivan downstairs. He grasped her wrist, stopping her from storming out.

”Fennie, where are you going?”

Thomas Shannon held her face in both hands, gently rubbing her cheeks with his fingertips.

”Let go.” Sophie Sullivan looked at him coldly, expressionless, ”Don’t touch me with your dirty hands.”

Thomas Shannon chuckled quietly, ”Not dirty, I’ve just washed them.”

With that, he lowered his head, about to kiss her red lips.

Only heaven knows how much he missed her, wanted her, desired to fall asleep embracing her fragrant, soft body.

These past few days without her presence, not a single day has he slept well.

Habit is such a terrifying thing; once accustomed to her by his side, once she leaves.

A sense of emptiness settles in his heart—no sense of belonging, no security.

Now, she’s finally back, and Thomas Shannon doesn’t plan to let her leave again.

No matter whether she is angry or not, he will protect her at his side; no one will hurt her.

Not even Lillian Spencer.

Before his thin lips could press down, Sophie Sullivan had already turned her head, evading him, her brows furrowed tightly, ”Thomas Shannon, don’t make me dislike you.”

”Do you mean you don’t dislike me now?”

Thomas Shannon’s lip corner curled slightly, though he was smiling, his deep eyes were filled with coldness, ”You say you like me, yet I’ve never felt your affection.”

”If I said something before that made you misunderstand, then now I’m telling you.” Sophie Sullivan paused, looking at him, enunciating each word clearly, ”Even if I liked you before, I don’t anymore, Thomas Shannon.”

The words ”don’t like” fiercely stimulated Thomas Shannon’s eardrums.

His cold eyes dangerously narrowed, his whole being exuding an intimidating aura, his chin suddenly hurting, forcing Sophie Sullivan to raise her head, ”Say it again.”

The man’s face was grim, with deep, black eyes brewing an immense storm.

And the source of this storm, comes from her.

”I said, I don’t like you anymore.” Sophie Sullivan’s lip corner curled into a mocking smile, ”Thomas Shannon, you know it well, don’t ask why anymore.”

”If you don’t like me, then who do you like, hmm?”