Pampered by My Secret Husband

”He agreed, next you can take back everything that belongs to you. If there’s any resistance, you can directly tell the Prime Minister, he’ll handle everything and clear the obstacles.”

Strike with a stick, then offer a sweet date.

Sophie Sullivan couldn’t help admiring Thomas Shannon’s skill in speaking; he was telling her that she’ll be able to smoothly reclaim everything that belongs to her because he made a deal with the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister gave her privileges because of his influence?

”Stop the car!” Sophie didn’t even glance at him, coldly instructed the man in black driving.

The man in black didn’t dare act on his own, instead he consulted Thomas Shannon, ”Young Master...?”

Thomas Shannon’s hand reached over, holding her hand, Sophie withdrew her hand quickly as if stung by something, ”Don’t touch me!”

Shameless!

She could no longer use words to describe the anger she felt at this moment.

She was drunk; something that could clearly be brushed off, yet he truly did it.

The authenticity of his words still needed scrutiny.

What Sophie couldn’t accept was becoming his wife just like that, without any clarity.

Did he ever consider her, did he ever respect her?

”Fennie, listen to me...”

”I’m not listening!” Sophie’s face was icy cold, her voice even colder, more grave, ”I said stop the car!”

Thomas Shannon rubbed his aching forehead, ”Don’t make a fuss, let me take you back first.”

”I don’t want to be with you for one second!”

Having said this, Thomas Shannon couldn’t continue to force her.

He raised his eyes and said to the man in black, ”Pull over and stop.”

There was a hint of weariness in his voice.

The man in black dared not delay, immediately pulled over and gradually came to a stop.

Sophie couldn’t wait for one second, the car hadn’t even stopped steadily before she impatiently pushed open the car door and got out.

The autumn night, cold winds gusting.

She wore a formal dress and high heels, lifted her skirt hem, and walked away briskly without looking back.

Her silhouette graceful, yet slightly thin.

”Young Master, aren’t you going to chase after her?” Charlie River watched through the rearview mirror at the man sitting in the back seat, asking softly.

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed tightly, chasing, of course, he must chase.

But he also knew she wouldn’t agree to get in the car with him.

”Contact someone at Onassis Old Castle, have them come pick her up.” After speaking, the man took his suit jacket and got out.

Charlie River dared not hesitate, immediately took out his mobile phone to contact the bodyguards at Onassis Old Castle, instructing them to send a car immediately to pick her up.

Click clack—

The high heels stepped on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Sophie walked fast and urgently, as if a ghost were chasing behind her, she held up the troublesome skirt hem with both hands, cold wind blowing, she shivered from the cold.

Her shoulder sank, a moment of warmth enveloped her.

She tilted her head slightly, glanced at the suit jacket draped over her shoulders, frowned, and mercilessly threw it away, ”I don’t need it.”

”Fennie, don’t be difficult. What if you get sick?” Thomas Shannon picked up the suit jacket, dusted it off, and draped it over her again.

This time, Sophie did not speak, she turned around, looked at Thomas Shannon, raised her hand and slapped him hard.

Smack!

Perhaps the wind was too strong, blowing the crisp sound far away.

So much so that the sound was clearly heard by Charlie River and a group of men in black standing some distance behind them.

The man’s handsome face was slapped to one side, his thin lips pressed into a line, his cold eyes suppressed a raging fire.

”Thomas Shannon, I want a divorce immediately.” Sophie was so angry her chest heaved up and down, she bit her teeth tightly.