Pampered by My Secret Husband

"That day you told me to leave and not come back, so why are you looking for me now? What’s your purpose?"

Thomas Shannon raised his hand and pinched his high nose bridge, "What other purpose could there be, just lovesickness acting up..."

It’s just lovesickness acting up.

This lovesickness... only she can cure it.

The softest part of the heart was hit by the word "lovesickness," and immediately felt a tingle.

Sophie Sullivan hummed twice, "Come up."

"At your service."

Thomas Shannon’s sexy thin lips curved into a happy arc, immediately hung up the phone, and ordered the man in black to drive.

The fleet slowly proceeded along the mountain road.

In the grand castle hall, Sophie Sullivan sat on the sofa, Gaby lying beside her, with his head resting on her legs.

Enjoying the master’s petting.

"Miss Cecilia Branford, Thomas Shannon is here." The butler quickly approached, respectfully lowering his head to report.

As soon as the words fell, the man’s steady and rhythmic footsteps could be heard approaching from afar.

"Meow~" Harry, nestled in Thomas Shannon’s embrace, poked his head out and howled.

Gaby immediately lifted his head from Sophie Sullivan’s legs, his tiger eyes accurately locking onto Harry.

As soon as Harry saw the nemesis Gaby, he immediately cowered into a ball, shivering in the master’s embrace.

Sophie Sullivan hadn’t fully reacted when the shadow in front pressed down, and she was embraced fully by someone.

Thomas Shannon gently stroked her back with one hand, his voice low and raspy, "Miss me, hmm?"

"No."

"Really don’t miss?"

"Don’t miss."

"Not even a little?"

"Not even a little."

Thomas Shannon nearly spewed old blood on the spot from anger, fiercely grabbing her cheek and pinching it twice, "Heartless fellow, I miss you every day."

"Who was it that drove me away, now has the nerve to say they miss me?" Sophie Sullivan raised her eyelids, unabashedly showing her disdain for him.

Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, his hand grabbing her cheek tightened again, pinching a red mark on her fair cheek, "Who was it that left on their own?"

"Wasn’t it because you made me angry!"

"Your bad temper..." Thomas Shannon suddenly stopped speaking.

Sophie Sullivan blinked her beautiful eyes, glaring at him, "Speak, why aren’t you saying anything? What’s wrong with my bad temper?"

Thomas Shannon cleared his throat, loosened his grip, and gently caressed her reddened cheek, his tone carrying a resigned compromise, "I spoiled you, I admit it."

Sophie Sullivan snorted coldly, "Good that you realize it."

After cuddling for a while, Thomas Shannon didn’t forget the purpose of his visit.

He took a delicate brocade box out of his pocket, "Brought you a gift, see if you like it."

He actually brought a gift?

How rare...

Sophie Sullivan took the brocade box, opened it, and with her slender finger, picked up the ankle chain inlaid with sparkling broken diamonds, examining it for a while, "What’s this?"

"Ankle chain."

Slam.

The ankle chain was disdainfully thrown back into the brocade box.

Sophie Sullivan looked disdainful and made no attempt to hide it, "I don’t like these things."

She didn’t even wear bracelets as they felt cumbersome, so ankle chains were completely out of the question.

"Try it, hmm?" Thomas Shannon brought his thin lips close to her ear, softly coaxing, "Let me see the effect, won’t you?"

"Why are you so persistent, is there something special about this ankle chain?"

Sophie Sullivan suspiciously glanced at him, he was acting too oddly.

It’s just an ordinary ankle chain, is it necessary to take it so seriously?

The man’s burning thin lips pecked at her tender neck skin, his magnetic voice low and hoarse, "Baby, with this ankle chain on your ankle, it’ll look extremely beautiful. Just try it and let me see, hmm?"

"I refuse."

Sophie Sullivan’s face was indifferent, "Thomas Shannon, what are you playing at again?"

The man lifted his head from her neck, his cold eyes slightly blank as they looked deep into her eyes, "Fennie, why do you think of me this way?"

"Did I misunderstand you?"

"Of course." Thomas Shannon looked disappointed, "This is my apology gift to you, I personally chose it for a long time. Even if you don’t like it, since I especially picked it for you, try it on, just let me take a look, this isn’t asking too much, right?"

With his retort, Sophie Sullivan ended up being the heartless and ungrateful one.

She stared intently at Thomas Shannon, who freely let her scrutinize him, open and honest.

The two stared into each other’s eyes, locked in a deadlock for several minutes.

Ending with Sophie Sullivan’s compromise.

Thomas Shannon picked up her ankle and placed it on his own leg, taking the ankle chain out of the brocade box with one hand.

He lowered his head, the corner of his mouth curving into a charming arc, the smile extraordinarily joyful.

After he carefully put on the ankle chain for her, Sophie Sullivan heard a clear ’click,’ similar to the soft sound of a lock clasping.

The cold ankle chain made Sophie Sullivan feel a sense of constraint.

She shook her foot, unhappily frowning, "Hurry up, once you’ve seen it, take this thing off me."

Thomas Shannon grasped her slender ankle.

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