Pampered by My Secret Husband

Sophie Sullivan turned around, and with a keen interest asked, “He’s back again?”

“Yes, right now at the foot of the mountain. Would you like to see him?” The butler couldn’t help but sigh, truly, he was as resilient as a cockroach.

“Do I look like I want to see him?” Sophie Sullivan’s smile faded, her eyes cold and heavy.

The butler nervously replied, “Alright, I’ll immediately have him sent away, but… what about Little Miss Snowball?”

“Snowball is here too?”

“Yes.”

Sophie Sullivan curled her index finger against her chin, “Then what are you waiting for, bring Snowball back.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll get right on it!”

The butler hurriedly instructed the bodyguard to prepare the car and immediately went down the mountain to fetch Snowball.

Lucifer looked thoughtfully at the receding Rolls-Royce, “I don’t think Thomas Shannon came all this way just to return Snowball.”

“No matter his intention, I won’t agree to it,” Sophie Sullivan’s attitude was resolute.

All she wanted was Snowball.

As for the rest… they could roll as far away as possible.

Outside the majestic and imposing gate, the returning fleet of cars stood quietly.

They looked like beasts lying in wait, ready to launch a fierce attack at any moment.

Inside the compartment, Thomas Shannon absentmindedly pinched Snowball’s little cheek, occasionally glancing at the situation outside the car window, “Snowball, your mother won’t agree. Why don’t you come home with Dad?”

Snowball remained silent.

Thomas Shannon had no solution for her. It seemed she wouldn’t give up until she hit the south wall.

Oh well.

Let her see for herself.

The Rolls-Royce appeared in view.

The butler and bodyguard braced against the mountain, quickly approached, and knocked on the car window.

“Miss Cecilia Branford sent us to pick up Little Miss Snowball.”

Charlie River furrowed his brow, “Just to pick up Little Miss Snowball?”

“Yes,” the butler looked around for a while, “Please hand over Little Miss Snowball; Miss Cecilia Branford is waiting for her.”

Thomas Shannon tapped Snowball’s nose, “Did you hear that, Snowball?”

Snowball hung her head, and just when Thomas Shannon thought she’d changed her mind, Snowball sullenly said, “Why can’t Dad be with Mom?”

Indeed, why can’t Dad be with Mom?

She liked Dad, and she liked Mom. Why did she have to make a difficult choice between them?

This sentence stumped Thomas Shannon.

His memories of Sophie Sullivan were just scattered fragments, and he couldn’t even recall any specific events.

How did they meet, how did he fall for her, he had forgotten it all.

He also didn’t know why, these three years, his wife wasn’t by his side.

Why was it only his Snowball accompanying him?

Parents should be together, but could he and Sophie Sullivan be together?

That temper, foul as a raging bull, who could endure it?

“Snowball, not every child’s Mom and Dad are meant to be together. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“Snowball doesn’t want to understand.”

Thomas Shannon sighed, “Then when you miss Mom, stay with her for a while, and when you miss Dad, Dad will come and pick you up, okay?”

Upon hearing this, Charlie River couldn’t help but raise his brow, “Young Master, are you… giving up?”

Thomas Shannon didn’t say a word, and Charlie River dared not to ask further.

In the end, Thomas Shannon handed Snowball over to the butler and returned the same way.

The next day, he flew back to Country A.

……

Shannons’ Manor.

The servants saw the visitor and bowed in greeting, “Welcome home, Young Master.”

He looked around but didn’t see the person he wanted to meet.