Pampered by My Secret Husband

After a long time, William Guillen finally raised his head and said hoarsely, “It seems you’ve already met. She is very safe, so I can rest assured.”

Now the international situation is tense, terrorist organizations continually launch terrorist attacks in various countries.

He’s just worried that Fluffy Zane, alone with Bliss, might be in danger.

Judging by this, she is safe, otherwise Sophie Sullivan wouldn’t be so calm here, mocking him.

Sophie Sullivan is silent.

“I’ll leave first, you tell Thomas Shannon.”

After William Guillen finished speaking, he left.

Walking out of the hotel, William Guillen got into the car, but didn’t rush to leave; instead, he lit a cigarette, silently puffing away.

Thomas Shannon nowadays is blessed with son and daughter, while he’s still a loner.

Thinking about it, it’s really ironic…

Sophie Sullivan wasn’t wrong; if he had accepted Fluffy Zane earlier at that time, wouldn’t there have been fewer heartbreaking events later?

Relentless entanglement is useless, but if he can’t even do that, he really doesn’t know what else he can do.

Life seems to have no other pursuits anymore.

…

Oliver Westlake was sleeping soundly, and his sleeping position was extremely uninhibited.

Thomas Shannon lay down beside him, prepared to close his eyes for a nap, Oliver Westlake’s soft body crawled up to his chest.

Found a comfortable position, and started snoring loudly.

In a while, drool had already soaked through his front shirt.

The little fellow remains blissfully unaware, still sleeping soundly.

Thomas Shannon stiffens all over, trying to poke his cheek with one hand, wanting to wake him up.

Before making a sound, he suddenly remembers Sophie Sullivan’s words —

“Don’t wake him, or I’ll never let you off!”

Thomas Shannon withdrew his index finger, dismissing the idea of waking Oliver Westlake.

Forget it, no need to argue with him.

He was here to apologize to Sophie Sullivan; if he provoked her enough to go back to the Country, wouldn’t his mother beat him?

Snowball… Snowball would probably also be angry.

Thomas Shannon picked up Oliver Westlake, gently placed him aside, got out of bed, and started unbuttoning his shirt, wanting to change into a clean one.

Opening the wardrobe, what was hanging inside was evidently women’s intimate sexy clothing.

Sophie Sullivan pushed the door open and saw him like this: the man was standing bare-chested, one hand pulling open the wardrobe, looking at her underwear!

“Rascal!” Suddenly furious, Sophie Sullivan stepped forward a few steps, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him out of the bedroom.

With a reverse hand, she shut the door, pointing at the tip of his nose, “Are you a pervert?!”

Actually sneaking a look at her underwear!

Thomas Shannon felt the need to explain, his thin lips moved, but before he finished, Sophie Sullivan already pushed him to the suite door, opening the door with one hand and giving Thomas Shannon a hard shove.

“Get out, you’re not welcome here!”

In the blink of an eye, Thomas Shannon quickly reacted to what she wanted to do, turned around, one hand resisting her force at the door, the other tightly gripping the doorframe.

Thomas Shannon’s handsome face darkened, “Are you reasonable?”

“Talking about reason with a woman, you’re quite something!” Sophie Sullivan kicked over, “Let go and get out quickly!”

“Can you listen to my explanation?” Thomas Shannon avoided her kicking legs, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead.

Sophie Sullivan still refused to let him in, Thomas Shannon got annoyed, standing bare-chested before a group of men in black, how embarrassing was that?

Where could he put his face?

With one hand, Thomas Shannon gripped her shoulder, pushing her against the wall, and kicked the door shut with his foot.