Pampered by My Secret Husband

”Give me the water.”

Thomas Shannon reached out his hand, and Charlie River dared not say more, immediately handing over the water cup.

”You may leave.”

”Yes, Young Master.” Charlie River exited the lounge.

Thomas Shannon took a sip of water, then lowered his head to feed her, a cup of water mixed with sleeping pills, all fed to her.

Thomas Shannon wiped away the water from her lips with his fingertip, his eye color dimming slightly, ”Fennie, don’t blame me.”

Country A, Imperial City.

Returning to the manor, it was already deep at night.

The manor was brightly lit, and the butler had received Charlie River’s notification. Now he was leading the servants and maids to welcome them.

The black Lincoln Fleet stopped in front of the fountain, and the men in black got out simultaneously as Charlie River opened the car door.

The handsome man, carrying Sophie Sullivan, got out of the car. The unconscious Sophie Sullivan had her head resting in his embrace, half her cheek pressed tightly against his chest, her small face flushed from sleep.

”Welcome home, Young Master!” The butler and maid servants bowed respectfully, saying in unison.

Thomas Shannon, without looking aside, carried Sophie Sullivan back to the castle, ”Prepare a midnight snack that the maniac loves to eat, keep it warm.”

”Yes, Young Master!” The butler understood and immediately went to arrange it.

Carrying Sophie Sullivan back to the bedroom, Gaby followed him all the way, until he carefully laid Sophie Sullivan on the bed; only then did Gaby lie on the bedside, eyes fixed intensely on Sophie Sullivan.

It let out a low howl, its paw tentatively touching Sophie Sullivan’s arm.

It seemed worried about its master.

Thomas Shannon unbuttoned two shirt buttons with one hand and patted Gaby’s large head with the other, ”She’s fine.”

Gaby lifted its head, staring fiercely at him, resisting his touch.

Thomas Shannon hooked the corner of his mouth into a smile, not minding Gaby, then turned and entered the bath chamber.

The sound of water started, and standing under the showerhead, he let the cold water wash over him from head to toe.

The dose of sleeping pills is enough to keep Sophie Sullivan asleep for 24 hours.

Thomas Shannon came out from the bath chamber, holding a wet towel, driving Gaby out of the bedroom, and closed the door.

He took off Sophie Sullivan’s clothes, wiped her body with the wet towel, changed her into a sleep gown, and only then did he embrace her and go to sleep.

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The next morning, Sophie Sullivan slowly awoke.

She opened her eyes, her brain blank for a moment.

Looking at the familiar layout and decoration in front of her, she recalled the moment before she fainted.

Thomas Shannon!

She pressed the corner of her lips, sitting up with a cold expression, as Thomas Shannon pushed open the door and saw her sitting up, his eye color faint, ”Awake?”

Sophie Sullivan stared coldly at him, as if looking at a stranger, with no warmth in her eyes.

That gaze was unprecedentedly indifferent and distant.

Thomas Shannon’s bright brow furrowed, feeling uneasy inside, she hated him...

Approaching the bedside, he looked down at her, ”Is there any discomfort in your body?”

Sophie Sullivan’s red lips slightly hooked, pulling out an arc like a swift wind, she sneered, ”Thomas Shannon, I didn’t expect you to be the one who would strike at me.”

She originally thought he was standing beside her, supporting her.

Unexpectedly, he was the first to strike at her.

Thomas Shannon’s handsome face darkened, ”You should be glad I stopped you, otherwise, do you know how it would end now?”

”How it ends is none of your concern, Lucifer will naturally clean up after me.” Sophie Sullivan got out of bed, standing in front of him, sneered disdainfully, ”This face of mine is the best proof of identity. Or do you feel I should be oppressed by an imposter and dare not speak out?”