Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 875: Chapter 877: I Don’t Want to Get Pregnant

”...”

Sophie Sullivan frowned, indulgent?

Didn’t feel it.

”What, want to deny it?” Thomas Shannon grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Sophie tried to struggle, ”Let go of me...”

”Finish what you’re saying first. You want to deny it?” Thomas Shannon was stubborn, and no one could do anything about it.

Especially not Sophie.

She was the culprit that made him stubborn, and he was even less likely to easily let her go.

”No.”

”Continue.”

”Continue what?”

”Continue saying what?”

Thomas Shannon pinched her chin, shaking it left and right, ”Stop playing dumb. How I treat you, isn’t it clear to you in your heart?”

Sophie turned away, feeling guilty, ”Not clear.”

”Look into my eyes and say it.” This little heartless one, still dared to play dumb with him.

Her chin was held by him without any sign of letting go, and Sophie had no choice but to say, ”Yes, yes, Young Master, you indulge me the most, okay?”

”I’m glad you can see this.”

”You...” Sophie was stunned, how thick-skinned was this person?

Thomas Shannon had a look of ’I’m just telling the truth, if you’re angry, there’s nothing I can do’.

Sophie couldn’t be bothered to continue bickering with him, she was very tired, closed her eyes, and mumbled, ”I’m going to sleep, don’t disturb me.”

Under the faint glow of the wall lamp, her small face, half-light, half-dark, her thick, long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyelids.

She was truly tired, and really didn’t want to talk anymore.

Thomas Shannon sighed almost inaudibly, lowered his head, and gently planted a kiss on her cheek.

His voice carried a hint of laughter, ”Sleep.”

Unexpectedly, Thomas Shannon didn’t continue to bother her. Sophie, although puzzled, was too tired to even open her eyes to look at him.

When she was drowsy, she felt herself being embraced by someone.

A warm big palm, soothingly, patted her back.

Once, and again.

...

Suburban villa.

Because last time, someone secretly sent out a message.

Edward Benson only found out Isla Stanley was in Thomas Shannon’s manor, and afterward, when he calmed down, he also realized that someone was tracking him, investigating him.

So, he strengthened the security in the villa.

The villa, which had been empty and without any security, suddenly received a large number of bodyguards.

24-hour rotations, guarding every corner, every dead end of the villa, with surveillance and protection in place.

Such strict security made it difficult for messages to go out, and even harder for them to get in.

Inside the kitchen, Linda angrily shook her hand, the handcuffs on her wrist taking away her freedom.

Edward Benson looked at her, his gaze full of tenderness, ”Isla Stanley, what’s the matter?”

He was cooking, personally in the kitchen for her, making dishes she had always loved to eat.

Isla Stanley came back, the joy of regaining something once lost made him handle everything himself, wanting to hold her in the palm of his hand.

Linda coldly stared at him, ”I need to use the restroom, unlock the handcuffs.”

”I’ll go with you.” Saying this, Edward Benson put down the soup spoon, intending to accompany her to the restroom.

Linda looked as if she had heard the biggest joke, her small face immediately sank, staring at him seriously and indifferently, ”Men and women shouldn’t have intimate contact, do you want to watch me relieve myself?”

”Isla Stanley, we’re inherently one...”

”Shut up! I don’t even know you!” Linda couldn’t take it anymore; she didn’t know him at all.

This man kept saying that they were boyfriend and girlfriend.