Pampered by My Secret Husband

”Then tell me, who is your wife, Cheryl Chew or who else?!”

Sophie Sullivan questioned coldly, her voice filled with an uncontrollable anger.

This transmitted through the radio wave and reached his ear.

She was angry, Thomas Shannon was naturally happy, but what on earth is Cheryl Chew?

Thomas Shannon’s brows furrowed tightly, and he said in a deep voice, ”It’s you, it’s you, Sophie, no one else but you.”

”Hmph!” Sophie sneered, not believing a single word he said.

One Cheryl Chew wasn’t enough, he had to keep a Raina Bell too; she was truly fed up!

The women around him were like waves, coming one after another endlessly.

When one left, there would always be another to take her place.

From Minimus Hart, to Amelia Shaw, to Raina Bell and Cheryl Chew.

Throughout this journey, she was always the witness.

She also personally witnessed how special he treated Raina Bell, how tolerant he was, and now she was living in the manor as half a master.

Turning the tables, flaunting her success with pride.

”Little Treasure, quickly call me husband.” Thomas Shannon couldn’t wait, he couldn’t wait to hear her soft, tender voice call him husband.

”Want to hear me call you?”

”Yes.” Thomas Shannon looked expectant.

Sophie sneered, ”Go to bed early, you can have anything in your dream.”

The implication was, dream on!

After saying this, Sophie immediately hung up the phone.

Swift and precise, not giving Thomas Shannon a moment to react.

”Beep beep beep...”

The busy tone reached Thomas Shannon, who froze for a moment, then realized what she meant.

He stared incredulously at the mobile phone for a while; this woman’s mind was truly complicated!

One moment rain, the next wind, unpredictable.

Thomas Shannon put down the mobile phone; at the instance, he felt sleepless.

He placed both hands behind his head, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, starting to contemplate the issue with Raina Bell.

Since she is Cheryl Chew’s elder sister, he certainly wouldn’t take her life.

But if she continued to live here for a long time, he wouldn’t agree to it.

After much deliberation, Thomas Shannon lifted the silk quilt, got out of bed, and went to find Mrs. Shannon in the art studio.

The art studio was very quiet, Mrs. Shannon liked to paint in a quiet atmosphere, no one was allowed to disturb her, even the servants had to stand in the corridor, not allowed to interrupt without permission.

Thomas Shannon hadn’t even approached the art studio before being stopped by a servant in the corridor, ”Young Master, Madam is painting, you cannot disturb.”

The servant’s lowered voice was almost only breath.

Thomas Shannon wouldn’t care about such things; he coldly waved away the servant with a hand, ”Move!”

The servant stood aside fearfully, not daring to say a word more.

”Mother.”

As Thomas Shannon forcefully pushed open the door, the word mother followed.

Mrs. Shannon frowned, put down the paintbrush, and looked discontentedly at the unexpected guest who barged in.

”Lincoln, what are you doing?”

Thomas Shannon hooked a chair with his long legs, sitting down with a cold expression, ready to have a long talk with Mrs. Shannon, ”Mother, I have something to say.”

Mrs. Shannon knew his temper, so she simply put down the color palette as well, ”Alright, speak.”

”I won’t harm Raina Bell, but she must leave.” Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes were full of determination.

Mrs. Shannon furrowed her brows, ”Cheryl is living here; should Raina Bell live outside by herself?”

”Then let Cheryl Chew live outside too.” Thomas Shannon said impatiently.