Pampered by My Secret Husband

”Meow~” Harry’s round eyes had long since spotted Gaby.

His chubby and round body twisted and squirmed in Thomas Shannon’s embrace, shrinking into a little cowardly ball.

She didn’t go back to have dinner with him, and actually stayed here to play with Gaby.

Is Gaby really that great?

The man, brimming with hostility and anger, took long strides toward her. Hearing the footsteps, a faint smile rippled at the corner of Sophie Sullivan’s lips.

The steady yet hurried footsteps came closer and closer.

Gaby heard the noise and snapped her head around. Harry let out a meow, and his head immediately shrank into Thomas Shannon’s arms.

Master, save me!

That big cat wants to hurt me!

Thomas Shannon was annoyed and casually tossed Harry aside. Harry drew a parabola in the sky, then quickly twisted in midair, landing stably on the Lawn on all fours.

Gaby seemed to see prey, green light flashing in her eyes, and she whirled around and pounced.

Her figure was as fast as lightning, giving no time to dodge.

Harry exploded in fur in an instant, let out a miserable wail, ”Meoow!”

And so, a chase between a big cat and a kitty officially began.

Only when he got closer did Thomas Shannon realize that Sophie Sullivan was wearing an evening gown. The white trailing gown outlined her graceful curves to perfection. Just her back alone was enough to make people stop in their tracks.

The man’s thin lips pressed tightly together, his handsome face frosted over. He stretched out his hand, about to grab her wrist. As if knowing what he wanted to do, Sophie didn’t turn around, only called out in a soft, sweet voice, ”Thomas Shannon.”

That soft, syrupy voice—those three syllables of ”Thomas Shannon”—sounded like she’d been rolling them around on the tip of her tongue for a long time before whispering them out.

The man halted, the hand he’d伸出 in midair froze there as well.

A few seconds later, Thomas Shannon’s eye color darkened; he suddenly clamped down on her wrist. ”Don’t think I’ll forgive you that easily.”

This morning, what did she say?

She said she’d wait for him to return home and have dinner together.

She broke her word!

The next second, Thomas Shannon gave a hard tug, and Sophie was spun around by him. Sophie’s body lurched forward, almost falling straight into his embrace.

She pushed lightly off her feet to steady her body, tipped her face up slightly, and looked at the man who was now right in front of her.

The angry words hadn’t even left his mouth yet when, the moment he saw her, all his fury vanished into thin air in an instant.

What was left... was only shock!

His pitch-black eyes, pupils suddenly contracting, stared fixedly at her face. Under the light, that stunningly beautiful face, breathtaking to the point of heartbreak, was as fair and flawless as snow.

Her smooth skin glowed with a dewy luster.

As if possessed, Thomas Shannon’s throat bobbed; entranced, he stretched out his hand. The calloused pads of his fingers gently covered her face, slowly caressing.

Sophie tilted her head slightly, nuzzling against his hand. Her red lips curved into a bewitching arc. ”Thomas Shannon, am I beautiful?”

Beautiful.

Extremely beautiful...

So beautiful she could steal a man’s soul.

In the over 20 years of Thomas Shannon’s life, the beauties he’d seen numbered in the thousands, if not tens of thousands.

But only her...

Only she was so beautiful that he couldn’t bear to look away, even his breathing was plundered by her.

He could hear his heartbeat sound pounding harder and wilder with each beat, and the blood in his veins started to boil.

His long, cold eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of fascination in their depths. ”Are you a fairy?”

Sophie took his hand away, arrogantly lifting her delicate chin. ”I’m a goddess.”

Goddess...

She’s a goddess?

Thomas Shannon let out a low laugh, and Sophie suddenly leaned closer, her beautiful eyes hazy and blinking rapidly.