Pampered by My Secret Husband

On the extended Lincoln, Sophie Sullivan lay down, her head resting on Thomas Shannon’s legs.

She closed her eyes, her breath somewhat warm.

Thomas Shannon lowered his head, placing a hand on her forehead, ”Is it a fever?”

Sophie kept her eyes closed and did not speak, appearing extremely fatigued...

Her frail appearance made Thomas’ heart ache intensely.

He wished he could bear all her pain, just hoping she could be well.

It was already early morning, yet the manor remained brightly lit, like a luxurious golden Royal Palace.

The Lincoln convoy gradually stopped in front of the fountain, the car door opened, and Thomas Shannon carried the drowsy Sophie out of the car, and the doctor in the medical office had already been notified in advance and was there on standby.

Returning to the bedroom, Thomas undressed Sophie and changed her into a comfortable silk nightgown before opening the door to let the doctor in for a check-up.

The doctor examined her and reported in the corridor, ”Young Master, Miss Sullivan’s body temperature is normal, with no other symptoms. Miss Sullivan is probably just too tired; let her have a good sleep and it would be best to light some calming incense to soothe her nerves.”

Thomas nodded lightly, noting everything the doctor said.

After dismissing the doctor, he entered the bedroom.

Under the soft wall lamp, her exquisitely beautiful small face looked peaceful in slumber.

Her breathing was light and shallow, and her sleeping posture was exceptionally obedient.

Thomas sat at the bedside, watching her quietly for a while, shaking his head and holding his forehead helplessly, as Charlie River often said he was in a downward spiral.

He hadn’t felt it before, but now he deeply realized he was beyond saving.

Just looking at her sleeping face, he could watch for a whole day without feeling bored.

After changing into his sleep gown, he got up and went to the bath chamber to wring out a wet towel, gently and meticulously wiping her face and hands and feet before lying down beside her.

Knowing she was tired, Thomas daren’t make big movements, lest he wake her up.

His thin lips softly pecked a kiss on her tender red lips, ”Good night, Fennie.”

...

With great satisfaction, she had a sleep, and early the next day, Sophie was fully revitalized.

She opened her eyes and saw the handsome face so close, unable to resist reaching out and poking it.

”Mmm...” Such good elasticity.

Her fingertip rubbed against his face, the skin was so delicate; for a man’s skin to be this good, it was outrageous!

Unknowingly, her fingertip brushed against his thin lips.

The man’s thin lips were slightly cool, yet carried a deadly allure.

Lost in thought, Sophie felt a pain in her index finger; she frowned slightly, a low cry of pain escaping her lips, the man who bit her finger opened his deep eyes leisurely.

”Don’t you know men are most vulnerable to teasing in the morning?”

Sophie laughed, her hand stoking fires on him, ”Is that so?”

In the next second, the man turned over, pinning her beneath him.

Thomas Shannon’s voice was low and hoarse, tinged with a heavy sensuality, ”If you feel for yourself, won’t you know then?”

Sophie placed both hands on his chest, whining twice, playfully saying, ”Thomas Shannon, I’m hungry... I didn’t eat anything last night.”

With one sentence, she easily defeated him.

Even though he wanted to devour her whole, to satisfy his eager desire to release, in the end, he couldn’t bear letting her go hungry.

Thomas buried his head in her neck, taking a deep inhale of her scent, ”Little rascal, always tormenting me.”

”So are you going to let me have breakfast or not?”

”I’ll let you, how could I not dare?”