Pampered by My Secret Husband

Lucifer watched with wide eyes as Thomas Shannon blatantly held Sophie Sullivan right in front of him, feeling a surge of anger, ”Thomas Shannon, that’s enough! Let go of her!”

Lucifer, in a fit of rage, was about to step forward and pull Thomas Shannon away, but Sophie Sullivan spoke up immediately, ”Lucifer, that’s enough.”

With just one sentence, Lucifer lost all his aggression.

He looked at Sophie Sullivan in disbelief, ”Cecilia Branford, how could you be fooled by him?”

This fellow is clearly pretending, why can’t she see it?

Sophie Sullivan was overwhelmed with a headache, she raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, ”Could you all just stop, please?”

Without further ado, Lucifer yanked Thomas Shannon aside and hugged Sophie Sullivan, ”Cecilia Branford, I’m not causing trouble, this fellow is.”

Whether it was genuine weakness or Lucifer’s strength was too much, Thomas Shannon staggered, almost stumbling.

Sophie Sullivan quickly supported him, asking with some worry, ”Thomas Shannon, are you okay?”

Thomas Shannon gave a weak smile, wanting to say he was fine, his thin lips parted, ”I...”

”Of course he’s fine, Cecilia Branford, look, it’s all his doing.” Lucifer pointed to his own face, showing it to Sophie Sullivan.

This fellow only targeted my face!

Sophie Sullivan looked at Lucifer, then at Thomas Shannon, both were injured. But the one who was hurt more was undoubtedly Thomas Shannon.

”Alright, Lucifer, I know.”

Sophie Sullivan raised her hand, gently touching his face, then looked at Thomas Shannon, ”Come inside with me.”

”Hmm.” The man replied indifferently.

Lucifer was about to go crazy; this man moved in just by acting pitiable?

Utterly shameless to the extreme!

Outrageous!

Back at the villa, a servant brought the medical box, and Sophie Sullivan applied medicine to Thomas Shannon. Compared to Lucifer’s injuries which were all on his face, his injuries were mostly on his body.

Seeing him holding his lower abdomen, his facial expression filled with pain, Sophie Sullivan asked worriedly, ”Should I call the doctor for a check-up?”

”No need, I’m fine.”

In this state, still saying he’s fine?

Sophie Sullivan pursed the corner of her mouth and instructed to call the family doctor, Lucifer discontentedly snorted, ”Cecilia Branford, I’m injured too.”

Sophie Sullivan picked up the medical box, sat beside him, seeing his handsome face covered with bruises, feeling a bit distressed, ”Lucifer, does it hurt?”

”It hurts, very much.” Who can’t play the victim?

Lucifer frowned tightly, his face full of pain, ”Cecilia Branford, be gentle, it hurts a lot...”

”Okay, I’ll be gentler.” Sophie Sullivan applied even softer pressure, her movements gentle, her expression especially focused.

Feeling a hostile gaze directed his way, Lucifer provocatively glanced at him, Thomas Shannon, this trick isn’t unique to you.

The family doctor arrived, Thomas Shannon was taken to the guest room upstairs where the doctor performed an examination.

The situation wasn’t severe but not optimistic either.

Lucifer acted ruthlessly; his injuries wouldn’t heal without ten days or half a month.

The doctor prescribed medicine and left the guest room.

Charlie River closed the door, turned back to the bedside, full of confusion, ”Young Master, why did you have to put yourself in this position, it’s really not worth it.”

Is it not worth it?

Thomas Shannon chuckled lightly, ”What does a bit of pain count for, as long as it makes her worry, any heavy injury is worth it.”

Didn’t he just successfully move in now, whether it’s worth it or not, depends on personal interpretation.

For him, as long as he can stay by her side.