Pampered by My Secret Husband

”Regret?”

Thomas Shannon easily caught the pillow, his lips slightly curved, gaze wicked, ”What would I regret?”

Sophie Sullivan snorted coldly, you’ll know when the time comes.

She rolled over, lying on the bed, simply deciding that out of sight, out of mind, closing her eyes to sleep.

The mattress sank, the man’s strong masculine scent with a faint touch of smoke, the next second, a long arm reached out, pulling her body into his embrace.

In a domineering pose, she was forcibly locked in his arms.

Sophie Sullivan opened her eyes, somewhat annoyed, pushed against his chest a couple of times, her beautiful eyes flickering with fiery anger, ”Thomas Shannon, will you ever stop?”

A woman’s temper is truly unpredictable.

Clearly, when she returned, she seemed in a good mood, yet now, not long after, she appeared ready to flip out at any moment.

A woman’s heart, the sea needle, truly elusive.

Thomas Shannon held her head in his hand, pressing it towards himself, gently coaxing, ”Alright, don’t be angry, hmm?”

”Let go.”

”I can’t, how could I bear to let go of such a rare treasure?”

Sophie Sullivan pursed her lips, casting him a cold glance, ”Sweet talk doesn’t work on me.”

”This isn’t sweet talk, it’s the truth.” Thomas Shannon lowered his head, placed a kiss on her smooth forehead.

Then, the hand holding her head switched to gently patting her back, soothing her one moment at a time, ”Is the wound on your face hurting, hmm?”

The only reason he could think of was that...

Sophie Sullivan hummed, while Thomas Shannon gently stroked her spine, ”Do you want me to get you some painkillers?”

”No.”

Her voice muffled, clearly still angry.

Thomas Shannon closed his eyes for a moment, rather helplessly said, ”Then just rest.”

”How can I sleep if you’re holding me so tight?”

”Then loosen up a bit?”

”Let go.”

”I can’t.”

Sophie Sullivan, irritated, pinched his waist hard, causing Thomas Shannon to inhale sharply, as he lowered his head to capture her red lips, giving a light, punitive bite, ”Heartless creature.”

The two tussled on the bed for a while, Sophie Sullivan grew tired as well, leaning into his embrace and gradually drifting off to sleep.

”Meow.”

Harry popped up from somewhere, stretching his neck to gaze at the two.

Seeing its chubby body ready to crawl onto Sophie Sullivan, with a posture eager to squeeze between them, Thomas Shannon grabbed Harry by the scruff of his neck, his eyes coldly narrowing, ”Don’t disturb her.”

Saying that, he raised his arm—

”Meow!” Harry let out a pitiful cry, as its chubby body flew away.

Inside the bedroom it grew quiet again, Thomas Shannon extended his hand, lightly touching the gauze on Sophie Sullivan’s face, letting out a barely audible sigh.

......

”Young Master Guillen, are you alright?”

In front of the private club entrance, a man supported William Guillen, asking with a hint of worry.

William Guillen waved his hand, murmuring, ”I’m... I’m fine.”

”Shall I find a substitute driver for you?” He was too drunk like this, unable to drive.

”No need.”

William Guillen shrugged off the man’s supportive hold, staggering forward, abandoning the car, walking on his own.

The man chased after him for a few steps, but was scolded, ”Don’t follow me!”

The man reluctantly stopped, advising from behind him, ”Young Master Guillen, be careful!”

Tonight’s socializing, William Guillen drank quite a lot, now reeking of alcohol, stumbling along the street.

The night breeze was slightly chilly, blowing away much of the burning heat from his body.