Pampered by My Secret Husband

After washing up and getting dressed, she went downstairs with Gaby.

Her facial color was slightly pale. Once down the stairs, she saw the butler hurrying in.

Seeing her, his facial color lit up with joy. ”Miss Cecilia Branford, you’re awake? There’s a man outside named Thomas Shannon asking to see you, do you...?”

”No.”

Sophie Sullivan’s red lips spat out two icy words, utterly devoid of emotion.

Absolutely shameless.

Even after the affair was exposed, he still dared to come see her.

Sophie Sullivan went into the Restaurant, hastily ate some breakfast, and then lost all appetite.

”Prepare the car. We’re going to Walton Manor.”

The servant asked carefully at the side, ”Miss Cecilia Branford, are you going to see Young Master Liam Donald?”

”Where I go, who I see—do I need to report to you?” Sophie Sullivan shot her a glance, sharp as a blade.

The servant shuddered all over, terrified of angering her, and could only shake her head. ”N-no, of course not.”

Sophie Sullivan sneered, then left with Gaby.

The black Rolls-Royce convoy ran into the black Lincoln convoy at the foot of the mountain.

Sophie Sullivan told the bodyguard to speed up; she really didn’t even want to spare Thomas Shannon a single look.

One more look at him, and he could piss her off to death.

The fleet that had been stopped in front of the gate saw Sophie Sullivan’s fleet driving down from the mountain. Charlie River immediately said, ”Young Master, that’s Young Madam’s fleet, they’ve come down.”

”Follow them.”

”Yes, Young Master!”

Sophie Sullivan leaned against the chair back, eyes closed as if napping. She heard the bodyguard say, ”Miss Cecilia Branford, there’s a fleet behind us tailing us.”

”Let them follow.” Sophie Sullivan sneered. So what if they followed?

Anything she refused to acknowledge, no one could force out of her.

If Thomas Shannon imagined using this kind of method to bind and control her, then he was making a huge mistake.

If she could be manipulated at will, then she wouldn’t be Cecilia Branford.

Walton Manor.

After Sophie Sullivan stated her identity and purpose, the bodyguard at the doorway immediately let her in.

Sophie Sullivan lowered the car window and gave a special reminder. ”Those fellows behind us aren’t our people. Stop them. Do not let them slip in.”

The bodyguard indicated he understood. ”Please rest assured, Miss Cecilia Branford, we won’t let anyone unrelated set foot in the manor, not even half a step.”

Sophie Sullivan hooked her lips into a satisfied smile. ”Good.”

The black Lincoln convoy did indeed try to slip in by sticking to the Rolls-Royce fleet, but was blocked by the bodyguards.

Charlie River turned back to look at the handsome, noble man sitting in the back seat, asking for his opinion. ”Young Master, do we force our way in?”

”No need.”

Thomas Shannon’s handsome face was dark. She was doing it on purpose.

Coming to look for Liam Donald at a time like this—if that’s not meant to rile him up, what is?

Liam Donald didn’t like her before, and Thomas Shannon didn’t believe Liam Donald would like her now.

If she doesn’t hit a wall, she’ll never give up.

Let her crash and bleed; it’s still better than letting her carry endless expectations and cling to fantasies she shouldn’t have.

Charlie River understood, and ordered the man in black through the headset to hold their position.

Walton Manor’s butler heard that Miss Cecilia Branford had arrived and immediately came out to greet her.

He watched as Sophie Sullivan got out of the car, with her pet Gaby following right behind.

The butler’s smile froze, and he hastily took a step back. ”Miss Cecilia Branford, are you here to see the Young Master?”

”Who else?” Sophie Sullivan shot him a vexed glance. ”You?”

Right now she was still furious, and he didn’t even know to read the room—if that’s not asking for it, what is?

The butler nodded sheepishly, his tone apologetic. ”I’m truly very sorry.”