Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 1063 - 1065: He Really Is Her Fiance

The voice was similarly lowered, the naturally magnetic tone was deliberately suppressed a bit, making it even more deep and sexy.

Sophie Sullivan was caught off guard by a sudden thrill, her head resting on his shoulder,

listening to his casual talking, the two were so close, the atmosphere imdiately beca sowhat ambiguous.

She glanced at the landscape ink painting being displayed on stage, and after a while, she chuckled lightly, "Can’t tell, you’re so artistically inclined, liking these artworks."

"This was painted by your future mother-in-law, your future father-in-law asked to secure it."

Sophie Sullivan: "..."

What future mother-in-law, future father-in-law, this was simply nonsense.

Sophie humd twice, ignoring him, but inside her heart, she developed a new understanding of Mrs. Shannon.

Eventually, Thomas Shannon won the painting for 180 million US dollars.

After the auction ended, everyone was to move to another banquet hall for the evening banquet.

Sophie felt sowhat listless, she really couldn’t muster the energy anymore, she hugged Thomas Shannon’s lean waist, burying her head in his embrace, "Thomas Shannon, I’m tired..."

"Mm, once procedures are done, we’ll leave, okay?"

"Okay."

Thomas Shannon patted her head, seeing her so obedient, was truly endearing.

Thomas Shannon went to handle the transfer procedures, while Sophie wandered aimlessly around the venue.

Unknowingly, she arrived at the doorway of the banquet hall, a slowly approaching silhouette caught her attention.

The man wore a formal tailcoat, carrying an aura of grace as he walked, his handso face distinguished by a pair of deep blue eyes, particularly captivating, as he passed by Sophie without glancing.

At that mont, four words surfaced in Sophie’s brain: silent, enigmatic presence, not only that, he exuded a clear, ascetic air.

Blood boiling, she instinctively followed him.

"Hey, Liam!"

Not far away, a man called out to the moving man, who stopped in his tracks and turned around.

On his cold face, there appeared a faint trace of a smile, he nodded in acknowledgnt, the man quickly walked up and patted him on the shoulder, "Heard you’re about to marry Cecilia Branford, congratulations!"

"Thank you."

Unexpectedly, Liam’s voice was exceptionally gentle, akin to a spring breeze.

Liam...

He really was Liam.

He really was her fiancé...

Sophie stared at him continuously, fiercely repressed emotions threatened to burst forth, she trembled slightly, wanting to call him, Liam, Liam!

I am Cecilia!

I am your fiancée, don’t marry an imposter!

No!

Thomas Shannon finished the procedures, the painting was already packed, handed over to the n in black, he lifted his gaze in puzzlent, "Where’s the maniac?"

Charlie River said, "The maniac said it’s too stuffy, went out to get so air."

At this mont, a man in black hurriedly approached, looking anxious, "Young Master, sothing’s wrong, the maniac saw Liam."

The na Liam was undoubtedly Thomas Shannon’s taboo.

He dreaded this rival!

Sophie saw Liam, last ti she traveled all the way to Country F to see him, not succeeding, now accidentally eting him, what would she do?

No ti to think, Thomas Shannon strode out, he needed to take Sophie away.

He couldn’t let her act impulsively, couldn’t let her lose her rationality!

Sophie’s legs felt as if filled with lead, so heavy they wouldn’t budge, she stood rooted, throat choked, a pent-up grievance stuck within her chest, neither rising nor falling.

She trembled slightly.