Pampered by My Secret Husband

Thomas Shannon took out a piece of dried small fish from somewhere and fed it to Harry with a meaningful smile, ”Cecilia, I didn’t expect you’re so good at using chopsticks.”

Sophie Sullivan’s body stiffened, and a piece of meat suddenly got stuck in her throat. She choked, her eyes widened, and the chopsticks immediately slipped from her hand onto the table surface.

Her flawlessly fair small face instantly turned bright red.

She clutched her own neck in discomfort and coughed violently. Thomas Shannon’s expression became serious, he threw aside Harry in his arms and immediately came to her side.

”Don’t panic.” Thomas Shannon tapped her back with increased intensity.

Sophie Sullivan coughed again, and the meat stuck in her throat was immediately spat out.

She leaned on the dining table in discomfort, breathing laboriously, her eyes still lingering with the water mist from feeling unwell just now.

Thomas Shannon picked up the napkin and wiped her corner of the mouth, ”What a little fool.”

Sophie Sullivan was weak, letting his disdainful words pass, silently bemoaning in her heart, not knowing who scared her just now.

If it weren’t for his sudden words, would she have choked?

”Cecilia, you haven’t answered my question just now.”

Sophie Sullivan closed her eyes, pretending to be dead.

The phone ringtone rang, rescuing her.

Thomas Shannon put down the napkin and patted her head, ”You continue eating, I’ll take a call.”

Picking up the mobile phone, he got up and went to the study room.

”Hello.”

”Brother Shannon... can you come back for a bit?” Cheryl Chew’s voice was exceptionally painful.

Thomas Shannon sat on the desk, lit a cigarette, took a deep inhalation, and then asked leisurely, ”What’s wrong?”

”I... I’m feeling very unwell...”

A burst of noise came, like the sound of a mobile phone falling, and then a busy signal.

Thomas Shannon frowned and immediately called the manor, ”Go check on Cheryl, what’s wrong with her.”

”Yes, Young Master.” The butler dared not slack and immediately sent someone to the bedroom upstairs to see what happened to Cheryl Chew.

Before Thomas Shannon had finished smoking a cigarette, the butler’s call came, ”Young Master, Miss Fit has fainted and is now being sent to the medical office. For now, it’s unclear why Miss Fit fainted...”

”Got it.”

Thomas Shannon extinguished the cigarette butt and got up to leave the study room.

In the living room, Sophie Sullivan was still sitting in front of the dining table eating, Harry nestled in her embrace, playfully asking for dried small fish.

Sophie Sullivan was pinching a piece of dried small fish, teasing it all along, almost making Harry’s hair stand on end.

Thomas Shannon returned to the bedroom, changed out of his sleep gown, put on a shirt and trousers, and wore a wristwatch. He glanced at Sophie Sullivan, who hadn’t looked at him even once, ”I’m going back to the manor for a while, you rest early.”

With those words, he left.

Sophie Sullivan put down the chopsticks, he was going back?

To check on Cheryl Chew?

Unable to describe her own feelings, her appetite disappeared immediately.

Harry was eating the dried small fish, content without a care in the world.

Sophie Sullivan patted its head, ”You’re better off, just selling cuteness every day without a worry.”

”Meow.” Harry seemed to respond to her.

Until early morning, Thomas Shannon hadn’t returned.

Sophie Sullivan was utterly exhausted, so she didn’t wait for him.

After a sleep, naturally waking up, Sophie Sullivan woke to see the empty space beside her.

He didn’t come back last night?

This thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately got up from bed and checked the other two bedrooms, including the study room.

No one.

Thomas Shannon didn’t come back last night...

”Damn it!” Sophie Sullivan vented by kicking the tea table.