Pampered by My Secret Husband

“What did Mommy teach you? Are you supposed to take care of the girls?” Sophie Sullivan guided him patiently.

“Yes!”

“Then what should you do now? Tell Mommy.”

William Westlake had a look on his face that said, ‘even though I know what to do, I just don’t want to’. He puffed out his cheeks and cast a pitiful glance at Sophie Sullivan, lowered his eyelids, a series of actions executed smoothly.

What a pitiful little face!

“William will sleep by himself.”

Sophie Sullivan was really speechless and amused. Is this the beginning of a competition for affection?

She pinched William’s little face, “William is a little man, only strong little men can protect Mommy and your sister when you grow up, right?”

“Right!” A fiery spirit seemed to ignite within William Westlake. He clenched his little fist, his gaze resolute, “Only a strong man can defeat the naughty father and protect Fennie and the fairy!”

Snowball: “…”

It seems like someone was speaking ill of Dad, what to do?

Sophie Sullivan: “…”

Good son, truly her own!

With a pout, William Westlake gave Sophie Sullivan a sweet goodnight kiss and then dashed back to his own bedroom to sleep.

Sophie Sullivan, holding Snowball, had Snowball lie on her chest. When William was little, he loved sleeping this way on her.

She poked Snowball’s soft cheek with her hand, the more she looked, the more she loved, “How can you be so cute? You must have taken after me.”

Snowball blinked, was Mommy praising her? Or was she praising her?

“Snowball, who do you think is the cutest?”

Snowball smiled sweetly, in a milky voice: “Snowball!”

“Wrong!” Sophie Sullivan extended her index finger, waving it left and right in front of her.

Snowball looked puzzled, Dad and Grandpa and Grandma all said Snowball was the cutest, why was it wrong?

“Of course, Mommy is the cutest! Because your cuteness comes from Mommy!” After saying that, Sophie Sullivan started laughing.

After playing around for a while, Sophie Sullivan picked up the storybook and began telling Snowball a bedtime story.

William is a little man; she used to tell him superhero bedtime stories. Snowball is a girl, so naturally, she should listen to Snow White.

However, she discovered something very suspicious.

Snowball was very curious about the Snow White story, her eyes were blinking, listening with focused attention.

“What’s wrong, has Snowball heard this part before?” Sophie Sullivan had to stop and looked at her precious daughter.

Snowball shook her head, “Snowball hasn’t heard it.”

“Then what stories did your daddy used to tell you?”

“Soldier King.”

“…” Sophie Sullivan was stunned. Was it the Soldier King she imagined?

“And the Last Warrior.”

“…” An illusion, she must be having an auditory illusion.

Snowball tilted her head, thought for a while, and added one more, “And, Hero of the Flames.”

Sophie Sullivan held her head in pain, “Enough, enough, Mommy knows.”

Thomas Shannon, that bastard, actually tells her daughter such bloody bedtime stories, isn’t he afraid she’ll have nightmares?

Really unreasonable!

Does he even know how to be a father?

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Snowball sat up, her tiny hand touching her forehead, seeming worried she was sick.

Sophie Sullivan smiled slightly, “Mommy is fine, does your father tell you these stories, and do Grandpa and Grandma know?”

Snowball shook her head honestly, “They don’t know.”

Sophie Sullivan hummed twice, “Guess he wouldn’t dare let them know, or else they’ll skin him alive!”