Pampered by My Secret Husband

Her face was expressionless, as if she were just commenting on how the weather is good today, perfect for playing golf.

Her stance was casual, without a hint of fear.

Thomas Shannon clenched his hand into a fist, causing his knuckles to crack, “You hate me this much that you won’t even give me a chance to explain?”

“Hate you?” Sophie Sullivan sneered, her eyes full of disdain, “You’re giving yourself too much credit. Why would I hate a scumbag? That would only waste my emotions and time. You’re not worth it.”

That single sentence, “You’re not worth it,” felt like it carried a thousand sharp knives, all aiming at him furiously.

In an instant, an indescribable ache surged in his heart.

Thomas Shannon’s whole body went rigid, he stretched out his hand, wanting to lock her jaw and make her take back those words.

Just as his hand reached midair, William Westlake’s angry voice sounded from behind, “Rascal, you’re bullying Fennie again!”

William Westlake rushed over like a little whirlwind, angrily clinging onto Thomas Shannon’s leg, using all his might to push away.

His tiny stature had no chance of moving Thomas Shannon.

Furious, William Westlake’s small white face turned crimson as he kicked and punched Thomas Shannon, finally biting down hard.

Not much strength, but quite the biting force!

Thomas Shannon flinched in pain, instinctively wanting to shake him off, but seeing that little head of black hair, he paused all actions.

This was his son, even a tiger doesn’t eat its cubs.

“William.” Sophie Sullivan noticed William’s unusual behavior, his emotions were wildly intense.

Terrifyingly so.

However, William didn’t hear her voice at all, persistently biting Thomas Shannon.

Thomas Shannon reached out, lifting him up.

William punched and kicked at him, his small hands sometimes hitting Thomas’ face, while his exquisite small face had eyes that were noticeably red.

“Rascal, William won’t like you ever again! William hates you!”

Thomas Shannon’s throat moved as he spoke hoarsely, “Don’t cry, I didn’t bully her.”

“Rascal, let Gaby bite you!”

Sophie Sullivan immediately got out of the car and rescued William from Thomas Shannon’s grasp, giving him a vicious kick in the process, “Get lost, I don’t want to see you ever again!”

She turned her back on Thomas Shannon, holding William and gently patting his back to soothe him, “William, don’t cry, Fennie’s fine. See, Fennie’s just fine?”

William burst into loud sobs, “Fennie’s lying, William saw it all… he was bullying Fennie.”

Sophie Sullivan’s heart clenched tightly, she lowered her head, repeatedly kissing William’s cheek, “It’s okay, Fennie’s really okay, don’t cry, William. William is a little man, right? A little man shouldn’t shed tears so easily, or else they’ll be laughed at by young friends.”

“Hoo hoo…” William began to sob harder, “I want… I want Uncle…”

“You want Uncle Lucifer, right? Okay, Fennie’s going to call Uncle Lucifer for you right away.” Sophie Sullivan frantically freed one hand and took out her mobile phone, calling Lucifer.

As soon as the call connected, Lucifer could hear William’s crying.

He furrowed his brow and abruptly stood up, “Cecilia Branford, is that William crying?”

“Lucifer, come over quickly, William wants to see you.” With no time to explain, Sophie Sullivan cut straight to the point.

“Give the phone to William, I’ll talk to him.”

“Okay.” Sophie Sullivan held the mobile phone to William’s ear.