Pampered by My Secret Husband

Snowball has a strict daily schedule and must go to bed to prepare for sleep at 8 p.m.

After dinner, the servant smiled and waved, ”Little Miss, it’s time for a bath.”

Snowball obediently slid off the sofa, and Sophie caught her in her embrace. Snowball’s clear eyes twinkled as she looked at her.

Sophie kissed her soft cheek, ”Mommy will help you with your bath, okay?”

Snowball turned her head and looked at Thomas Shannon.

Thomas Shannon shrugged indifferently, ”Go ahead.”

Only then did Snowball nod at Sophie, who glared angrily at Thomas Shannon. That ”Go ahead” sounded like a charity.

Why did she need his approval to help her daughter with a bath?

So infuriating!

With a heart full of indignation, Sophie carried Snowball back to her bedroom. When William Westlake was still a baby, she always helped him bathe.

Later, Lucifer took over the task.

She’s not sure whether it was because Lucifer taught him well or because William Westlake was inherently a little man with the resolve to handle his own affairs, but now he has started bathing himself.

Sophie saw Snowball, the little fellow in her arms, fragrant and soft, like a white tender slippery sticky rice ball.

It’s hard to resist wanting to take a bite.

Yet... Little Bun doesn’t like to talk.

Just like that expressionless Thomas Shannon!

”Snowball, can you call me Mommy, okay?” Sophie filled up the bathwater, tested the water temperature, and started tying her hair.

Snowball’s long, soft black hair was tied into a small bun on top of her head.

Snowball pursed her little mouth without making a sound. Sophie thought she was unwilling, so she immediately comforted herself, thinking Snowball was just meeting her now and still shy, so not to rush...

This affair can’t be rushed, she needs time to adapt gradually.

After taking off her little skirt, Snowball seemed a bit shy and snuggled into her embrace, wrapping her tiny arms around her neck.

Sophie chuckled softly, holding her daughter’s small, soft body, ”Snowball, are you shy? Hmm?”

Snowball buried her head in her neck, unwilling to speak.

”Mommy is also a girl, Snowball is also a girl. Besides, Mommy is the closest person to Snowball. In front of Mommy, Snowball doesn’t have to be shy, you know?”

”Mom.”

”Hmm?” Sophie felt a sweetness in her heart.

Snowball corrected her in a milky voice, ”It’s Mom.”

Sophie was stunned. After a brief few seconds of thought, she understood what Snowball meant.

”Alright, it’s Mom.” If she doesn’t want to call her Mommy, then let it be. Whatever she prefers.

No matter what her Baby is called, she loves it!

Sophie was unlike the servant, who bathed strictly according to rules. She liked to tease Snowball, just like she used to play with William Westlake, tickling him until he twisted around like a little muddy eel in the bathtub.

Snowball was evidently not used to it, initially keeping her little face tense. But eventually, when she couldn’t hold back and her little face was all flushed red, she let out a laugh. Her white, silky body twisted around, engaging in guerrilla warfare in the bathtub.

”Mom... haha...”

Thomas Shannon arrived at Snowball’s bedroom and heard Snowball’s clear laughter coming from the bath chamber.

His bright brow furrowed, what was that woman doing inside?

”Mom, don’t...”

”Tell Mom, do you like Mom?”

”Haha... I like.”

”Then why don’t you smile more often in the future, okay?”

Thomas Shannon couldn’t listen any longer, what did she mean by smiling more often in the future?

Was Snowball not able to laugh when she was with him?