Pampered by My Secret Husband

Hearing this, Lucifer turned his head in surprise, ”Cecilia, do you have a gastric illness?”

After asking this, he found it ridiculous himself.

During her time in the asylum, she was likely hungry one moment and full the next; it’s no wonder her delicate stomach ended up troubled.

Thinking of this, Lucifer couldn’t help but feel annoyed at his lack of attentiveness.

If not for Thomas Shannon, she might really end up with stomach pain from hunger.

”Just a minor issue, not very serious,” Sophie Sullivan said dismissively, glancing at Thomas Shannon after speaking.

Thomas Shannon squinted his eyes dangerously, ”Not eating?”

He had already made his point clear, how could she refuse to eat?

There is no gastric medicine here; if later she feels gastric distress, she has only herself to blame.

After lunch, Sophie Sullivan continued to wait.

Holding onto the thought that she must see Liam Donald, she calmed herself and waited.

The sun sets in the west, night falls...

Inside the compartment, there wasn’t a speck of light.

Sophie Sullivan stubbornly watched the manor gate; as long as it wasn’t the last moment, she would not give up.

Thomas Shannon tapped impatiently with one hand, ”Sophie, still not giving up?”

It’s been one day already; if it were possible to wait for him, she would’ve seen him by now.

It’s already 9 o’clock; Liam Donald likes peace, which means he wouldn’t have any socializing or engagements at night, hence he wouldn’t go out.

She clearly knows this but still refuses to give up.

Should she be called naive or foolish?

Sophie Sullivan pressed her lips against the corner of the mouth, silently.

Lucifer merely laughed it off; just one day of waiting for Cecilia, and he can’t stand it?

If in the past, those acts of Cecilia for Liam Donald, wouldn’t he have been jealous enough to personally kill Liam Donald?

At 3 a.m.

Sophie Sullivan finally put down the binoculars, leaned against the chair back, and closed her eyes, ”Let’s go back.”

One day...

Not seeing Liam Donald, waiting further wouldn’t let her see him.

Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, ”Return to the hotel.”

The man in black responded immediately, ”Yes, Young Master.”

...

Back at the hotel, Sophie Sullivan had a midnight snack, took a bath, and returned to the bedroom in low spirits.

She even forgot to say good night to Lucifer.

In the living room, Thomas Shannon was puffing clouds and mist, while Lucifer crossed his long legs, index finger tapping lightly on the legs now and then.

Finally, Thomas Shannon broke the silence first: ”I’ll take Sophie back to the Country tomorrow.”

”In such a hurry?”

Although Lucifer didn’t want Sophie to stay in Country F either, after all, he shared the same thoughts as Thomas Shannon, wanting the imposter to marry Liam Donald.

Thus, he naturally didn’t want Sophie to stay in Country F, at least not until after their wedding and then return.

”Otherwise?” Thomas Shannon’s sharp eyes looked straight at Lucifer, with a smile that was not quite a smile, ”Don’t let her realize that if you’d just had someone call Liam Donald to invite him out, she wouldn’t have had to stand at the doorway waiting all day with anticipation?”

At the moment, Sophie Sullivan is only focused on the affair with Liam Donald and doesn’t have the distraction to think about anything else.

Once she regains her senses and thinks carefully about this matter, she will sense something amiss.

At that time, another bout of frustration is inevitable.

When she gets angry, taking her back to Country is the wiser move.

This much, Thomas Shannon understands, and Lucifer understands too.

So, he had no objections and happily agreed.

In the late night, the man who had bathed pushed open the bedroom door of Sophie Sullivan.

His body carried the faint dampness after the bath, along with the scent of the bathing lotion.