Pampered by My Secret Husband

The older-woman-younger-man couple walked slowly toward outside the door, the bodyguard followed, and they got farther and farther…

“Snowball told me you want me to beg you?” Thomas Shannon broke the silence between them.

Beg she?

She really dared to say that.

There really weren’t many people in the world who could make Thomas Shannon beg.

But since she asked, it wasn’t impossible either.

It’s just one begging sentence, what’s so hard about that?

Sophie Sullivan couldn’t vent the stuffy anger inside heart. Snowball and William Westlake weren’t around, so she didn’t bother pretending anymore. “Thomas Shannon, there’s one thing I want you to understand. The only reason I allowed you to step one foot past the gate is because of Snowball’s face. Snowball is still young. Don’t shamelessly take advantage of the child’s innocence. The relation between us—I think you know better than anyone. There’s nothing for us to talk about. Leave. Since now, you’re not allowed to step onto my Miss Cecilia Branford’s territory even half a step. Take your girlfriend or your lover, whatever, and get as far away as you can. Don’t come here to offend my eyes!”

Here is not a garbage recycling station; it’s not a place that any scumbag can be taken in.

He better get as far away as possible!

If not for Snowball’s face, she would definitely have taught him a lesson.

“I lost my memory.” Thomas Shannon’s thin lips released a calm, rippleless sentence.

He was stating a fact, and also hoping she could cool down a little, at least let him explain.

Sophie Sullivan let out a derisive laugh. “Then congratulations. Rebirth.”

Thomas Shannon’s brows twitched. Why did this sentence sound like it didn’t have a shred of kindness?

Makes sense; she probably hated he to death now.

That day when they met, taking Snowball away was real. If not for her accident of falling into the sea, Snowball would probably have been directly taken away by he already.

The accident happened, and he was caught off guard.

He didn’t even think in that moment and just jumped down, not for anything else, just… simply because he didn’t want she to have an accident.

“Sophie Sullivan, I hope you can talk to me calmly. Just like you said, you only allowed me to step in for Snowball’s face. Why not, for Snowball’s sake, talk to me calmly? We solve the problem together—wouldn’t that be better?”

Sophie Sullivan’s face was full of Ryan Lane. Those light-colored pupils of her eyes were like they’d been tempered in ice—cold, sharp, stabbing straight into the heart.

Her red lips parted slightly. “The problem between us has no solution.”

Thomas Shannon pressed a hand to his forehead in a headache. The fire burning in his chest now was gradually showing signs of slipping out of control.

Has this woman always talked this aggressively?

How did he even like she before?

Obedient women are the ones that make people want to cherish them. She’s covered in thorns—who would dare go near even half a step?

Thomas Shannon braced one hand on the roof of the car, leaning down and staring her down with oppressive force. “Sophie Sullivan, let’s say I’m begging you, okay?”

Beg?

This is his posture for begging someone?

Sophie Sullivan expressionlessly pick up the phone and made a phone call. “Butler, bring Gaby down.”

“Yes, Miss Cecilia Branford.” The butler did have doubts, but didn’t dare ask. Getting Gaby downstairs first was the most urgent matter.

Thomas Shannon was angry now, his low voice turning a few degrees harder and colder. “Sophie Sullivan, I’m talking to you. Didn’t you hear?”

“Do you know why I’m having Gaby come down?” Sophie Sullivan answered with something completely unrelated.

Thomas Shannon’s brows furrowed tight. This woman really was damn well impervious to oil and salt!

“Gaby hasn’t eaten human flesh for a long time. Last time, it was Raina Bell. This time, it’s you.”

Her red lips slowly, unhurriedly released an extremely blood-soaked sentence.