Pampered by My Secret Husband

Sophie Sullivan was startled, when did he wake up?

After a brief fright, Sophie glared at him fiercely, Thomas Shannon glanced at the wet spot on the bedsheet, his bright brow slightly frowned, ”What is this?”

”Do you even have the nerve to ask me?” Sophie couldn’t suppress her temper and snorted coldly, ”Isn’t that yours? Aren’t you aware?”

Thomas Shannon’s lips hooked slightly, he pressed the intercom and called for a waiter to change the bedsheet.

Sophie turned and left the bedroom, went to the living room, and sat down, wiping her wet hair with one hand.

As Thomas Shannon just came out from the bedroom, Sophie picked up the phone to order a midnight snack.

The towel in her hand was snatched away, Thomas Shannon covered her head with it and began to wipe her hair.

Sophie in a bad mood pushed him with her hand, but it was tightly grasped by him, ”Cecilia, you can have a little temper and little mood swings, but I don’t like you refusing me, do you understand?”

”I don’t understand.”

”Simply put, I just need you to obey, and I can give you anything you want. Including this batch of unmanned combat aircraft your Uncle wants.”

Sophie: ”...”

So, Isabel had to accompany him to trade for this deal.

She couldn’t help but find it ironic, sneered, forcefully withdrew her hand, and continued ordering food from the waiter on the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone, she snatched the towel back and started drying her hair on her own.

Thomas Shannon stood in front of her, slightly discontented with her actions, and crossed his arms, his cold eyes with a tinge of annoyance stared at her: ”Cecilia, you seem to have forgotten your identity.”

”Thomas Shannon, can you shut up and be quiet for a while?”

Thomas Shannon leaned down, pinched her chin with one hand, his handsome face slowly approached, his dark eyes scrutinized her complexly: ”Do you know who you look like now?”

Sophie felt guilty, ”Who?”

Thomas Shannon stared at her steadily for a few seconds, then sneered, ”You’re not entitled to know.”

Sophie secretly sighed in relief, removed his hand, and got up to leave the living room.

After just two steps, the man hugged her from behind.

”Let go of me.”