Pampered by My Secret Husband

Surrounded by bodyguards, Sophie Sullivan glanced back with a smile, her beautiful eyes carrying an air of pride and confidence as she faced the camera, ”Cooking for the one you love is an especially happy thing.”

Flashlights at the scene were so bright they nearly blinded people.

Under the escort of bodyguards, Sophie got into the car and left the scene.

The news continued to ferment, Miss Cecilia Branford was not only a symbol of wealth but the ultimate symbol of beauty.

The No.1 Beauty in Country F and her fiance were simply a couple made in heaven, born to be envied.

Along with the media’s dreamy press releases, they once surpassed the popular Golden Globe winner and the trending handsome young men, becoming the model couple.

Their online discussion traffic was higher than any star.

The protagonist of this situation, was at this moment, sleeping on the chair back.

Lucifer shook his head helplessly, she was indeed having fun, creating a mess for him to clean up.

”Leo, call Liam’s secretary and say that Miss Cecilia Branford is promoting Walton Group’s concept car.”

Leo nodded, ”Yes, Your Highness, I understand what to do.”

Indeed, after receiving Leo’s explained call, Liam’s secretary smiled and repeatedly expressed gratitude, saying she would relay Miss Cecilia Branford’s good intention to her President.

...

Country A.

Edward Benson, Isla Stanley, and Cheryl Chew, these three people had incidents one after another, coupled with heavy public affairs Thomas Shannon’s sleep time was less than four hours every day.

In the late and quiet night, the deadly silent moment.

Charlie River quietly pushed open the study room door, seeing Thomas Shannon sleeping on the desk, unwilling to disturb him but worried he would eventually break down from prolonged strain.

After hesitating for a moment, Charlie River woke Thomas Shannon, ”Young Master, it’s getting late, you should return to the bedroom to rest.”

The man suddenly opened his eyes, those deep eyes momentarily dazed for a few seconds.

The bewildered eyes gradually cleared, he sat up, rubbed his forehead, ”How is Cheryl?”

”Miss Fit already took medicine and slept now her emotions are stable, the doctor said once Miss Fit recovers physically, a psychologist can start giving her psychological guidance.”

Thomas Shannon nodded, Cheryl Chew had been timid since childhood, witnessing someone die right in front of her terrified her.

Initially, there were nightmares, had it not been for Mrs. Shannon’s telephone, she probably wouldn’t even dare sleep at night.

Thomas Shannon got up and walked out.

”It’s getting late. You should also rest early.”

”Yes, Young Master.”

This night, Thomas Shannon tossed and turned unable to sleep, only drifting off in the late night.

In his dream, he saw Sophie Sullivan wearing the holy wedding dress, shyly holding Liam’s hand, gradually entering the church.

In the witness of the priest, the two exchanged rings, Liam cupping her face, gradually lowering his head—

”Sophie, dare you!”

Thomas Shannon sat up with a start, sweat covering his head as he looked at the room’s silence.

Realizing he had dreamed, Thomas Shannon let out a long breath, glanced at the window, it was already dawn.

He got up out of bed, went to the restroom, the man in the mirror looking haggard, eyes streaked with bloodshot veins, stubble sprouting on his chin.

A look both disheveled and despondent.

Washing up and dressing, he went down the stairs for breakfast.

The servant was pouring coffee for him, hands trembling enough for the coffee to spill on the dining table.

”Sorry, Young Master...”

”What are you panicking about?” Thomas Shannon eyed her coldly.

The servant trembled and said, ”Young Master, have you... have you seen the news from Country F?”