Chapter 435 - 437: Thomas Shannon, you’re so annoying.

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In Chapter 435 of "Pampered by My Secret Husband": "Young Master, after you."Charlie River pushed open the villa gate, making an inviting gesture. As Thomas... Discover the next events!

"Young Master, after you."Charlie River pushed open the villa gate, making an inviting gesture. As Thomas Shannon stepped into the villa, a startled servant hurried out. Upon seeing the dense crowd of men in black, the servant was so frightened his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. "Who... who are you?" "Quiet down. I promise you’ll be fine." Charlie River stepped forward and covered the servant’s mouth. The servant, trembling all over, watched in terror as Thomas Shannon headed upstairs. Oh no, Miss and the maniac are still upstairs! CLICK. The faint sound of a door lock turning was heard. Thomas Shannon pushed open the guest room door. The bedroom was dark; no wall lamps were on. Relying on the faint light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, Thomas Shannon spotted a raised shape under the covers on the bed. Sophie Sullivan lay on her side, her breathing light and even. Thomas Shannon turned on the lamp and walked to the bedside. He looked down from his superior height at Sophie Sullivan, who was fast asleep. It seemed the Zane Family provided her with a strong sense of security. To think she could still sleep so soundly under these circumstances. He let out a cold, derisive laugh, grasped her arm with one hand, and hauled her up from the bed. Pulled up so suddenly, Sophie Sullivan awoke from her slumber. Her mind was still fuzzy, but as soon as she clearly saw the man before her, understanding dawned. The man’s face was grim, his cold eyes like chips of ice, sending shivers down one’s spine. "What, not surprised to see me at all?" Thomas Shannon’s icy voice echoed in the quiet guest room. Sophie Sullivan tried to pry away the hand gripping her arm, her brows furrowing. "Thomas Shannon, you’re hurting me." "When you ran away today, shouldn’t you have anticipated this outcome?" Sophie Sullivan covered her lips with one hand and gave a delicate yawn. Her soft, sweet voice, tinged with the languor of just waking and a light murmur, said, "Thomas Shannon, I’m so tired..." "Heh." Thomas Shannon sneered. Before his cold, venomous words could escape his lips, Sophie Sullivan lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. Her soft, sweetly fragrant body instinctively nestled into his embrace. She rubbed her head against his chest, closed her eyes, and murmured in a tiny voice, "Sleep with me." Thomas Shannon stiffened. He lowered his head to look at Sophie Sullivan, who was acting coyly as if nothing were amiss. His voice was cold and taut. "What did you just say?" New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net Sophie Sullivan sighed, feigning displeasure. She lifted her head, bit his chin, closed her eyes, and mumbled, half-asleep and indistinct, "Thomas Shannon, you’re so annoying... Hurry up and sleep with me." Sleep. She had told him to sleep with her. Had she forgotten what she’d done today?! Had she forgotten who she’d met?! Thomas Shannon truly wanted to wring her neck. But when his gaze fell upon her small, sleepy face, his resolve began to waver, and he hesitated. Sophie Sullivan released his chin and rested her head in the crook of his neck. Her warm breath fanned across the skin of his neck, sending a tingling, prickling sensation that seemed to drill straight into his heart with an itch. His cold eyes stared fixedly at her, as if he wanted to burn a hole right through her with his gaze. After a long while, his rigid body gradually began to relax. Sophie Sullivan’s red lips brushed against the crook of his neck. "Thomas Shannon, sleep." Thomas Shannon snorted coldly. "Don’t think you can muddle your way through this. I’ll deal with you tomorrow." Sophie Sullivan contentedly lay down. Thomas Shannon lay down beside her. Her soft body instinctively rolled into his embrace. One leg came to rest over his, and her arms brazenly wrapped around his slim waist. Such an unrestrained, octopus-like sleeping posture.

Chapter 435 - 437: Thomas Shannon, you’re so annoying.

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