Pampered by My Secret Husband

“Young Master, are you alright?”

Charlie River immediately picked up the telephone on the tabletop and called the medical office, “Come to the Young Master’s study room immediately, hurry!”

The doctor rushed over from the medical office, and by the time he arrived, Thomas Shannon’s headache had already eased quite a bit.

The painkiller he took earlier was beginning to take effect.

“Young Master, when did the headache start?” The doctor conducted an examination and inquired.

When did it start?

Thomas Shannon pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to ease the pain, it probably started at the Mosul Sea, when Sophie Sullivan fell off the cliff.

The headache struck without warning and grew stronger each time.

His brain was filled with chaotic images, flashing by like a silent film, frame by frame rapidly passing before his eyes.

It happened so fast that it caught him off guard, eager to grasp something, but in the end, it was all in vain.

He couldn’t grasp anything, couldn’t remember anything…

After a few simple words, Thomas Shannon dismissed the doctor, supporting himself with both hands on the tabletop, he stood up.

His tall stature swayed for a moment before he steadied himself.

“Young Master, let me assist you.” Charlie River stepped forward to support his arm, but it was pushed away.

The man’s facial color was still pale with pain, his thin lips pressed tightly into a cold, hard line, “Prepare the car, go to the airport.”

Snowball was about to arrive, and he had to go fetch his Snowball personally.

……

In late spring and early summer, the temperature kept rising steadily.

The major clubs were especially motivated, racking their brains to cater to the preferences of their honorable guests, sparing no expense to refurbish the club.

Thus, in the scorching afternoon, just after the lunch break and about to have afternoon tea, Sophie Sullivan received a call from the club manager.

“Hello, Miss Cecilia Branford, sorry to disturb you.” After introducing himself, the manager enthusiastically extended an invitation, “Miss Cecilia Branford, our club has specially introduced from Country A…”

Sophie listened with little interest, but then she thought of the club’s exclusive service. Sophie smiled, “Okay, I’ll come by in the afternoon.”

“We are greatly honored to invite you, rest assured, we will provide you with the best service!”

At 5 p.m., the intensity of the sunshine was no longer as harsh as it was at noon.

The Onassis Family’s Rolls-Royce fleet appeared grandly at the entrance of the club.

Amidst the escort of bodyguards, the stunning Miss Cecilia Branford slowly stepped out of the car.

Her eyes sparkled, every movement exuded innate nobility and elegance.

The manager led the waiters, lined up in a welcoming formation, paying utmost attention to detail.

“Welcome Miss Cecilia Branford, please come inside.” The manager’s smile was as bright as the sunflowers in full bloom.

There was also a swimming pool in the Onassis Old Castle, but Sophie wanted to try something different.

She whispered a couple of instructions to the manager, who immediately displayed an expression of understanding. He spoke a few words into the wireless earpiece.

Introduced into a private room, Sophie sat down for less than one minute, the club was a top-tier Club.