Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1463: Chapter 1465: Who Wants to Take Snowball Away?

K Group, a luxurious and grand President’s Office.

Unlike the usual solemnity, today’s President’s Office is rather lively.

A little fellow as exquisite as a glutinous rice dumpling sits on the sofa, while chubby Harry endures the little fellow’s torment, letting out a series of pitiful cries.

On the tea table are fruits and desserts that the glutinous rice dumpling likes to eat, and the black sofa is piled with many fluffy little dolls.

Charlie River and the assistant come in to report work, both trying to keep their voices low, fearing to disturb the delicate Snowball.

Snowball holds Harry, her little hands stroking Harry’s head, her thick and long eyelashes like a small fan gently trembling.

Her rosy little mouth slightly purses the corner of the lips, she lifts her eyelids, her pitch-black eyes strikingly clear and watery.

“Daddy.” The voice is soft and glutinous, as sweet as cotton candy to the heart.

The handsome man who is approving files hears this, suddenly raises his head, the cold sternness on his face instantly softening, “Snowball is bored?”

“Snowball is hungry…”

Snowball dejectedly rests her chin on Harry’s head.

Harry also dejectedly meows, looking eagerly at his master.

Thomas Shannon glances at the time, immediately closes the file and puts down the pen, his tall figure bypassing the desk, coming to Snowball and bending over to embrace her.

Harry is unceremoniously picked up and utterly loses favor.

“We’ll go home, okay?” Thomas Shannon gives a light peck on Snowball’s soft cheek, his voice gentle as water.

Snowball wraps her two small arms tightly around his neck, nodding obediently.

The black Lincoln fleet quickly leaves K Group Headquarters.

Inside the palace style restaurant, sitting at the long dining table, James Shannon sits at the first position, Mrs. Shannon sits on his right side, Thomas Shannon sits on his left side.

Snowball leans in Daddy’s embrace, enjoying Daddy’s feeding.

“Our Snowball is so good, drink a bit more soup.” Thomas Shannon coaxes tenderly.

Snowball turns her head away, refusing to drink.

Thomas Shannon compromises, “Do you want taro paste?”

Only then does Snowball turn her little head back, saying in a small sweet voice: “Yes.”

Mrs. Shannon watches this scene, her corners of her eyes and eyebrows stained with laughter, she puts down her chopsticks, “Lincoln, there is something I need to tell you.”

“What’s the matter?” Thomas Shannon doesn’t lift his head, carefully wiping away the taro paste from the corner of Snowball’s mouth with a napkin.

“Snowball’s mother, in a few days, will come to take Snowball away.” This is something Mrs. Shannon has never told him.

Of course, this was agreed upon with Sophie Sullivan at the beginning.

Bang!

The spoon is harshly slapped onto the tabletop, Thomas Shannon’s facial color turns dark, “Who wants to take Snowball away?”

This is his precious daughter, who dares to take her away?!

James Shannon’s eye color darkens, starting to protect his wife: “Thomas Shannon, mind your attitude.”

Mrs. Shannon doesn’t mind, she softly explains: “Lincoln, at that time your situation, only by having a sufficiently firm belief could you endure. So, I went to Country F, asking Fennie to hand Snowball over to me to bring back. At that time I promised Fennie, at the latest in three years, I would surely return Snowball to her. Fortunately, you and the doctor didn’t let me and your father down, as the three years approached, we finally succeeded in developing the virus antibodies, and you persisted, successfully recovering.”

Saying this, Mrs. Shannon couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, “It’s all thanks to Fennie’s understanding, and thanks to Snowball. Otherwise, your father and I wouldn’t know how long we’d have to wait to hear the good news of your recovery.”

These three years, one could say he lived a life akin to hell.