Pampered by My Secret Husband

”This batch of arms can be considered as one of the betrothal gifts I send to her.”

The word ”betrothal gifts” made the Prime Minister’s smile grow deeper in meaning, ”Young Master Shannon is truly a rare devoted person, Miss Cecilia Branford is quite fortunate.”

Under the dining table, Sophie Sullivan’s hand pinched Thomas Shannon’s thigh fiercely, glaring at him without a sound. What nonsense is he talking about!

What betrothal gifts, nothing’s written yet, how can he be so shamelessly thick-skinned?

The words were already spoken to this extent, if the Prime Minister still didn’t understand, he wouldn’t have made it to this position.

Thomas Shannon’s intention was obvious, as long as the No.1 Beauty in Country F was willing to marry him, arms wouldn’t be an issue.

In other words, if they wanted his agreement, they had to please the woman beside him first.

If his woman was happy, he’d be happy.

After dinner, the Prime Minister invited Thomas Shannon and Sophie Sullivan to enjoy tea in the flower garden, and they didn’t leave the Prime Minister’s Mansion until 10:00 p.m.

Sophie Sullivan sulkily turned her head aside, refusing to even glance at Thomas Shannon.

Thomas Shannon held in his embrace Harry, who already ate dried small fish and was now acting cute and trying to get another piece.

”Harry, be good, there will be dried small fish every day.”

”Meow.”

”I can give you anything you want.”

”Meow.”

”As long as you behave and stay by my side.”

”Meow.”

”Your heart should only think of me, no one else.”

No matter what the master said, Harry responded enthusiastically, earning the title of crowd pleaser in the cat world.

Sophie Sullivan found it extremely childish, and she chuckled, ”Thomas Shannon, that’s enough already.”

”So you can hear me after all,” Thomas Shannon’s thin lips curved slightly, ”I thought Miss Cecilia Branford lived in her own world, seeing nothing, hearing nothing.”

”Are you getting into it now?”

Sophie Sullivan suddenly turned her head, her beautiful eyes lit with two flames, glaring at him, ”I haven’t even blamed you for spouting nonsense in front of His Excellency Prime Minister, and here you are being sarcastic. Thomas Shannon, you’re a tough man, how can you be so petty?”

Thomas Shannon drank quite a bit of wine, and a faint wine fragrance lingered on him. He handed Harry to Charlie River, who was sitting in the passenger’s seat, and rubbed his forehead with one hand.

Petty?

If he were a bit more generous, she wouldn’t be so obedient now!

Some Liam Donald Lucyfair, and probably other random guys would line up to throw themselves at her.

”Fennie, I’m dating you with marriage in mind. In our Country A, there’s a saying: any relationship that doesn’t involve marriage is just fooling around.”

Thomas Shannon’s pitch-black eyes, his irises deep and profound like obsidian, gazed intensely at her, ”I don’t want to fool around with you, I’m serious about you.”

Why did it suddenly become so serious...

Sophie Sullivan shrank her neck, awkwardly clearing her throat, ”I understand, you don’t need to keep emphasizing.”

”And you?” Thomas Shannon held her jaw, not allowing her to evade.

Sophie Sullivan pouted her red lips, ”Thomas Shannon, let go.”

”Answer me first.”

”Aren’t I being serious enough?”

Sophie Sullivan felt extremely shocked, this was the second man she had treated with such patience, other than her pursuit of Liam Donald back then.

To be honest, Thomas Shannon wasn’t her type for a partner.

Thomas Shannon was the kind of flammable, explosive hazard; if not careful, he wouldn’t just hurt others but also himself.

Liam was different, he existed like an orchid tree.