Pampered by My Secret Husband

Sophie Sullivan laughed; being ugly enough to make Young Master Shannon uncomfortable was an amusing affair. She squinted her eyes and smiled lightly, ”It’s called a disguise. What do you know?”

When Thomas Shannon touched her face, sensing something unusual, his bright brow furrowed. ”What’s on your face?”

”A mask.”

”Don’t forget your face just recovered. Stop putting all these random things on it.”

Sophie nodded, ”I know.”

The Bentley’s engine was already started, following the Maybach ahead.

Lucifer was taking her to the Walton Manor entrance at Liam Donald’s home to await a chance encounter and catch a glimpse of her fiance.

Thus, the plan had to remain low-profile, avoiding drawing any attention.

Sophie sat on Thomas Shannon’s legs, her waist embraced tightly by his possessive arm.

”Thomas Shannon, you...”

Sophie didn’t finish before Thomas Shannon interrupted, ”Sophie, what exactly am I to you?”

Boyfriend?

Or someone to be used and discarded at will?

”What? Is Young Master Shannon doubting himself?” Sophie lifted her eyelids and chuckled softly.

Thomas Shannon’s eye color turned frighteningly dark. He squeezed out the words from between his teeth, ”Speak!”

Sophie sighed softly, leaning against his chest, gripping his hand with hers, and lowering her eyelids, playing with his long fingers, ”I admit, I do like you, but I’m afraid I can’t be certain how long this liking will last. Thomas Shannon, you always call me a traitor, have you ever thought about why I hate you, why I resent you?”

Listening to her soft voice, gradually saying words she seemed to have never voiced before, the glacier in Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes slowly melted away.

”Do you remember what you did to me the first time we met?”

The first meet...

Thomas Shannon’s corner of the mouth slightly hooked; recalling their first meet, it wasn’t pleasant at all.

He was drugged, and she happened to escape from the asylum, being captured by Charlie River in the car for his release.

”That was just an accident. I will compensate you.” Thomas Shannon turned his hand and held her tiny hands, ”Sophie, I will compensate you; whatever you want, you can have it.”

”Now is not the time to talk about compensation. Actually, considering everything, you treated me both well and poorly. If I hadn’t met you, I might have been tortured to death in the asylum. Since meeting you, I’ve suffered several difficulties too: Amelia Shaw, Minimus Hart, Raina Bell, and even Frank Mitchell wanted my life. Thomas Shannon, all of this is because of you.”

After a pause, Sophie continued, ”Thomas Shannon, I will be grateful for everything you’ve done for me, but I’ll also hold a grudge for the wrongs against me. How about we just cancel each other out? Of course, you cured my voice and my face, which was a big help to me. What repayment do you want?”

”I remember telling you—I only want you.” Thomas Shannon seized her hand and pressed it against her chest. His deep eyes locked on her intently, ”I want you, your heart, both.”

Sophie chuckled and shook her head, ”Thomas Shannon, one cannot be too greedy. I don’t intend to repay my debt by giving away myself.”

”Do you not like me at all?”

”No, I like you.” Sophie lifted her eyelids, feeling a few traces of melancholy in her heart, ”But as you know, I have a fiance.”

”That’s not an issue; the engagement can be annulled.”