Pampered by My Secret Husband

Sophie Sullivan grabbed the pen and boldly signed her name. Immediately after, her hand was taken, dipped in red seal paste, and pressed onto the signature area.

A red fingerprint was imprinted on Sophie’s signature.

Bright red and eye-catching.

Thomas Shannon took out a tissue, wiped her thumb clean of the red seal paste, and then picked up the pen, quickly signing his name and pressing his fingerprint on the two documents.

The movement was smooth and seamless.

Thomas Shannon stood up with the documents, ready to walk out, but someone tugged at his clothes, stopping him. He looked back.

Sophie, sitting on the sofa, looked up pitifully at him, ”Stay with me...”

Her soft, tender voice made one’s heart soften instinctively.

Thomas took Sophie’s tiny hand, ”I’ll be out for a while and will be right back to stay with you, okay?”

Sophie, unwilling, stretched out her other hand and tugged at his shirt corner, stubbornly shaking her head, ”Mommy, stay with Cecilia. Cecilia wants to sleep...”

”...” Thomas nearly coughed up blood on the spot.

Mommy?

Is her brain filled with mush? He, a dignified tough man, was mistaken for a woman by her?

And mistaken not just for a woman, but for her mother-in-law?

Sophie’s soft cheek nestled against the back of his hand, affectionately rubbing it, her tender voice carrying a hint of child-like tone, ”Mommy... Cecilia wants to sleep.”

Thomas stiffened completely, barely suppressing the urge to push away the person who kept calling him mommy.

After a long time, Thomas cleared his throat and turned towards the door, calling out, ”Charlie, come in!”

Charlie River in the corridor, hearing the call, immediately pushed the door open and came in, ”Young Master, is there anything you need?”

”Take this, get someone to come over and take a couple of photos, and get the certificate done for me immediately.”

”Yes, Young Master!”

The staff waiting downstairs at the marriage office received the order and was invited upstairs by Charlie.

Inside the study room, the red background cloth was already set up, and the camera was ready.

Thomas Shannon half-hugged, half-dragged Sophie into the study room, the staff congratulated with a smile, ”Congratulations to Young Master Shannon, wishing you and Young Madam a long-lasting happiness and a hundred years of harmony!”

On Thomas Shannon’s stern face appeared a smile, he nodded, ”Thank you.”

”Young Master, this way please.” Charlie suggested they stand in front of the red background cloth for a photo.

As the photo for the Marriage Certificate.

Thomas Shannon held Sophie, supporting her to the background cloth, she was already dazed and about to fall.

Her cheek was gently patted, she struggled to regain her focus, laboriously opening her eyes, her blurred gaze pure and clear like a deer’s.

”Rascal, don’t hit Cecilia.” She muttered, slapping Thomas Shannon’s hand away.

Pouting angrily, sulking herself.

Thomas raised his hand, tidying her disheveled hair, then gently coaxed, ”Fennie, do you want to sleep?”

”I do.” Sophie nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

”Take a photo and then you can rest, alright?”

”No photos...”

”Fennie must be good, you must listen in order to sleep, otherwise you can’t sleep.” Thomas paused and then asked, ”Does Fennie want to sleep?”

Sophie glared at him angrily, her soft voice accusing his crime, ”Rascal, the rascal who won’t let Cecilia sleep. Fennie hates you now.”