Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1121: Chapter 1123: Who Is That Girl?

Cheryl Chew stood there in disappointment, tears swirling in her eyes, refusing to fall.

"Miss Fit, please don’t cry," the night-shift servant approached, softly comforting her.

Cheryl Chew nervously twisted her fingers, "Brother Shannon must hate me..."

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Sophie Sullivan sat on the bed, gritting her teeth and pounding the pillow to vent her anger. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

After a long time, until the deafening thunder subsided, she gradually lay down.

Not knowing how long had passed, she vaguely heard noises from the corridor, along with respectful greetings from the servants and the man in black.

Sophie immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and the corridor light flooded in through the crack.

Thomas Shannon saw the bulging shape on the bed, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly; the only one who could summon him in the middle of the night, besides her, was just her.

Looking at this figure, is she asleep?

Rushing off the helicopter, he came hastily, and even the man in black holding the umbrella couldn’t keep up with his pace.

He was drenched, leaving a puddle of water on the floor beneath his feet.

Thomas Shannon closed the bedroom door, planning to take a bath in the guest room before coming back. As soon as he turned to leave, the bedroom door opened immediately.

Sophie stood at the doorway, her long hair cascading down over her chest, highlighting her stunningly beautiful and increasingly cold face.

"Thomas Shannon, where are you going again?"

Upon hearing this, Thomas Shannon was momentarily stunned. He turned around, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Awake?"

Sophie seemed to just notice his drenched and disheveled appearance, and thinking about the raging storm outside, she suppressed her anger and opened the door, "Come in."

Since she wasn’t asleep, Thomas Shannon didn’t worry about supposedly waking her.

Obediently, he entered the bedroom, Young Master Shannon, in his soaking wet trousers still dripping water, was far from his usual composed self.

Sophie pushed him into the bath chamber, and as Thomas Shannon stepped inside, he couldn’t resist turning his head and teasing her, "Want to help me bathe?"

"Dream on." Sophie immediately pulled the door shut, trapping him in the bath chamber, "Don’t come out until you’re clean."

Thomas Shannon took a combat-like bath, changed into a sleep gown, and came out while toweling his hair with one hand and holding the bath chamber door with the other.

Seeing the sleeping beauty lying on the bed, he held a smile, approached the bedside, and leaned down to lightly peck her fair cheek, "Fennie, I’m here."

God knows how happy he was the moment he received her call.

It seemed like even the air was filled with a heart-soothing floral fragrance.

Sophie closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, the mattress sank under his weight, as a blend of bathing lotion and a clean masculine scent wafted over.

Next second, her body was pulled into an embrace.

Realizing what his hand was doing, Sophie immediately opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes burned with two flames as she glared at him, "Thomas Shannon, what are you doing?"

"I’m caring for you."

"Rascal!"

"You used to call me beast."

"Beast you!"

Thomas Shannon held a smile, pinching her chin and deeply kissed her, rubbing against her red lips, "Does Fennie want to beast me? Go ahead, I won’t resist." freēwebnovel.com

Sophie flipped over, pinned him down, and aggressively propped herself against his chest, "Thomas Shannon, you’ve changed!"

"What?"

"Who is that girl?"

"..."

Thomas Shannon sat up, and with this posture, lifted her off the bed, Sophie let out a shriek, "Ah!"

Frightened, she grabbed hold of his neck, her legs firmly clamping around his lean waist.

"Thomas Shannon, what are you planning to do?"

Thomas Shannon held a smile and set her down, pulling her along with him into the restroom with one hand.