Pampered by My Secret Husband

"By the way, Young Master, Miss Sullivan has also sent people to find quite a few unlocking experts, trying to open the ankle chain."

Thomas Shannon snorted with laughter - an unlocking expert?

That ankle chain, unless he, Thomas Shannon, is willing, Sophie Sullivan can forget about opening it in this lifetime!

It was his second mark left on her after the tattoo.

Just as he hung up the man’s call in black, Sophie Sullivan’s call came through.

Thomas Shannon looked at the number marked as ’wife,’ an overly charming, wicked smile at the corner of his mouth.

He seemed to be intent on keeping Sophie on the hook, and only after a long time did he lazily pick up the phone, asking, "Little Treasure, miss me?"

"Miss your head! Thomas Shannon, tell me, how exactly do I unlock this ankle chain on my foot?" Sophie growled angrily.

Apparently, she was already being driven mad by that ankle chain.

If they weren’t thousands of miles apart, she might have impulsively rushed in front of him to fight it out.

"Stop calling me Thomas Shannon all day, Fennie, you know I don’t like hearing you call me that." Thomas Shannon pulled back the silk quilt, leaning against the bed.

Sophie should have expected it — he flew all the way to Country F just to give her an ankle chain and left in a hurry; there must be some trickery involved.

Now realizing it, it’s already too late.

Hearing his rascal voice, Sophie was even more furious, her teeth itching with anger, wishing she could bite him, "Thomas Shannon, do you know that in our country, prisoners have to wear ankle bracelets? What do you think I look like wearing an ankle chain on my foot?"

Thomas Shannon raised his eyebrow slightly, completely unbothered, and even gave her an idea on the spot, "Why don’t you... pretend you’ve hurt me?"

"Go to hell, how can you be so shameless?"

Sophie grabbed a cushion and threw it fiercely on the ground, treating the cushion entirely as him, stepping on it hard several times.

"Little Treasure, call me husband and I might consider telling you the method."

Sophie’s lifted foot stomped hard on the cushion again, "Can you choose something else?"

"Just husband."

"Change it..."

"Call me husband, I don’t like hearing anything else."

Sophie took a deep breath, telling herself not to act impulsively, to endure, to endure this shameless fellow’s repeated crossing of the shameless line, "If I call you, will you really tell me the method?"

"Mhm." The smile at the corner of Thomas Shannon’s mouth spread to the corner of his eyes and brows.

It was clear that his mood was very pleasant.

Sophie retracted her foot and sat back down on the sofa, she took a deep breath. Alright, it’s just a title, it doesn’t mean anything substantial.

One call can unlock this annoying thing on her ankle, it’s a good deal.

"Hus... band."

"Fennie, you’re being naughty, playing little tricks with me, huh?" Thomas Shannon’s voice deepened, "I’ll give you one more chance. If you don’t cherish it, then don’t blame me for being heartless."

"I’ve never called it before, can’t I practice a bit?" Sophie angrily retorted, "You think everyone is as thick-skinned as you, can casually call out anything?"

"You mean... ’wife’?"

Sophie’s ear roots turned red, "What nonsense, who is your wife."

"I didn’t say who was, but someone seems pretty excited, a guilty conscience." Thomas Shannon rubbed his chin with one hand, already imagining Sophie going crazy on the other end inside his mind.

He really does miss her...

Had he known, he wouldn’t have separated.

So now he can’t hug her when he wants to, can’t kiss her when he wants to.

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