Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 1122 - 1124: Brother Shannon... Sounds Intimate

Took out a hair dryer and stuffed it into her hand.

Sophie Sullivan had no idea what was going on, when Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened, "Dry my hair."

"Why?"

"I got drenched just to see you, don’t you have any responsibility?"

Who was the one who summoned him here with a phone call in the middle of the night?

And who was it that angrily asked on the phone who Cheryl Chew was?

And who hung up the phone directly, saying in a huff that there was no need for him to co anymore?

Thinking of this, Thomas Shannon squinted his cold eyes and pinched a handful of soft flesh at her waist, commanding irresistibly, "Hurry up, I’m tired."

From rescuing Edward Benson from the Thompson Family to finishing the surgery, he hadn’t closed his eyes.

Right now, he just wanted to hold her and have a good sleep.

"You still haven’t told who that girl is. Why should I listen to you?"

So she was jealous...

"Dry my hair first, and I’ll tell you later, okay?"

"No."

"Fennie, be good."

"Fennie is definitely not good."

"Fennie, listen."

"Fennie won’t listen to you."

The man leaned his forehead against hers and chuckled deeply, making Sophie suddenly realize how childish she had just been.

Annoyed and embarrassed, she lifted her foot and stepped on him, "It’s all your fault!"

He had completely misled her!

Thomas Shannon groaned softly, his thin lips carrying an attractive smile, "Alright, it’s all my fault. Now, could you help dry my hair?"

Sophie waved her hand, "Lower a bit, lower."

Unexpectedly, the man picked her up and seated her on the washstand as she exclaid in surprise. He bent down slightly, "Is this okay?"

Sophie pursed her lips and smiled, "Barely okay."

In the hum of the hair dryer, his deep gaze was fixed on her, and Sophie felt her cheeks grow warm. She stared at him annoyedly, signaling him to tone it down a bit.

Unexpectedly, the man grew even more brazen, "Thomas Shannon!"

"Shh, continue."

Sophie glared at him fiercely, impatiently speeding up her actions.

After the hair was dried, as soon as Sophie put down the hair dryer, the man pulled her into his embrace and left the restroom.

Lying on the bed, listening to the rainstorm pounding on the glass outside the window, next to her was the strong masculine presence emanating from Thomas Shannon.

Sophie nestled in his arms, raised her head, and looked at him, "You still haven’t told who that girl is, Thomas Shannon, don’t think you can fool , I want to hear the truth."

"Who was the one asking about that sweet girl just now?"

Sophie was taken aback; she was the sweet girl?

The one resembling Raina Bell?

"Her na is Cheryl Chew, a girl my mother adopted, my younger sister."

Sister, but ultimately an adopted sister with no blood relation.

Sophie snorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Brother Shannon... sounds so intimate."

"Don’t you also call Lucifer dear?"

Sophie: "..."

She had no words to respond.

Taking a deep breath to adjust her breathing, Sophie slid off him and lay down by herself, "Alright, I have no right to be angry."

In the next second, her body was pulled back into his embrace again, as Thomas Shannon cupped her chin, making her look at him, "Fennie, I allow you to be angry."

"Forget it, I’m not angry anymore."

"Why not?" The man’s eyes turned cold, appearing as if he was ready to seriously settle things with her.

Sophie patted his handso face, curved her lips into a smile, "Because, I still want to call Lucifer dear."