Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 750: Chapter 753: Young Master likes you, so he keeps indulging you.

Sophie Sullivan felt a surge of anger at being deceived. She patted Gaby’s head. ”Gaby, let’s go!”

Thomas Shannon reached out, gripping her hand tightly. The fluid transfusion needle in the back of his hand twisted, and fresh blood kept flowing out.

”Fennie... don’t go,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Sophie turned her head. Looking at his pale face, her gaze gradually moved down, landing on the back of his hand, which was already badly swollen.

”Thomas Shannon, you...”

”Fennie...” Thomas Shannon’s eyelids drooped weakly. ”Will you stay, please?”

This sentence surprisingly echoed the words he had spoken in her dream.

Except, in the dream, he had looked utterly comical, hugging her legs and weeping bitterly as he pleaded with her.

Now, Thomas Shannon’s tone was weak, a barely perceptible vulnerability flickering in the depths of his eyes...

Was he... sad?

”Stay for what?” Sophie kept a cold face, the corner of her mouth slightly pursed. ”Stay to let you threaten me and watch how I come to you and beg you?”

Thomas Shannon’s bloodless thin lips curved slightly as he whispered, ”What I said before were all angry words. Please don’t take them to heart...”

”I’ve already etched them into my heart.”

Sophie clenched her teeth. When he had Raina Bell by his side, flaunting his power to her, she had already firmly memorized his words.

She couldn’t forget. She dared not forget. She was terrified that if she let her guard down, if she forgot his ruthlessness, she would plunge herself into danger once more.

”Fennie...” Thomas Shannon struggled to sit up, but Gaby, still on top of him, pressed him down firmly, immobilizing him.

Thomas Shannon panted weakly. ”Fennie, if you still can’t forgive me... I apologize to you.”

Sophie frowned. The man before her clearly had Thomas Shannon’s face, yet his actions and demeanor... were utterly different from the ruthless Thomas Shannon she knew.

She was at a loss...

”Fennie, I’m sorry...” Thomas Shannon’s fingertips traced her hand. Deep within his cold eyes lay a vulnerability as fragile as porcelain. ”Can you forgive me?”

”What if I say I can’t?”

”Can’t you...?” Thomas Shannon muttered softly. He slowly let go of her hand, his head falling heavily onto the pillow.

His gaze was vacant, staring unfocused at the ceiling, a self-mocking smile touching the corner of his mouth.

”Since you can’t forgive me, then take out your anger on me however you wish.”

He slowly closed his eyelids and lay motionless on the bed. He showed no sign of resistance, as if leaving himself entirely to her mercy.

Sophie suddenly couldn’t understand him anymore. What was he really trying to do?

”Maniac, Young Master likes you, so he tolerates you again and again,” Charlie River rushed forward and quickly pulled the fluid transfusion needle from the back of Thomas Shannon’s hand.

Despite this, the back of Thomas Shannon’s hand swelled up alarmingly. It looked terrifying.

Charlie River, indignant on Thomas Shannon’s behalf, said, ”Maniac, ask yourself! Did Young Master really only ever hurt you? Did he never protect you? The reason he’s injured, the reason he’s lying here, is entirely because he wanted to fulfill your wish! He knew you had someone tamper with the brakes, that you wanted his life. So, Young Master granted your wish.”

Charlie River’s every word was like a sharp icicle, stabbing directly into Sophie’s heart.

She couldn’t recall how many times she had heard such words...

It seemed everyone was telling her this.