Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 454 - 456: As you can see, I came to find Harry

Sophie’s smile vanished, and her voice turned cold. "What are you here for?"

That was a very good question.

Thomas Shannon tilted his elegantly contoured chin slightly. "As you can see, I ca to find Harry."

"Now that you’ve found him, can you leave?"

"What, are you eager for to go?"

Sophie smiled faintly. "Isn’t it obvious enough?"

Go find your Raina Bell! Stop being an eyesore here!

Sophie felt a suffocating anger lodge in her throat; it was stuck, unbearable, neither able to rise nor fall.

She couldn’t do anything to herself, so why couldn’t she at least vent a few words at him?

Thomas Shannon snorted, then tightened his grip on her chin. "You seem to have forgotten that everything here is mine. The sofa you’re sitting on is mine, the bed you’re lying on is mine, even the food you put in your mouth is mine."

Sophie pursed the corner of her mouth. Pain, so much pain...

His grip was so strong, as if he would crush her bones in the next second.

She clenched her teeth, unwilling to yield and certainly not about to beg for rcy.

"Speak!"

Sophie snorted softly and looked away.

Harry peeked around for a mont before diving, pouncing onto the tea table and biting into the fragrant fish.

Thomas Shannon: "..."

He had thought she would be angry, but unexpectedly, she seed indifferent to Harry’s actions.

There was no sadness or joy on her face, not even a trace of any other expression.

In his mind, Edward Benson’s words suddenly echoed...

Don’t be like , don’t ever be...

Is it only when you’ve lost sothing that you learn to regret it?

Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes narrowed dangerously, his gaze burning into Sophie. "Maniac, look at ."

"What if I don’t?"

"Why wouldn’t you?" Thomas Shannon relaxed his grip on her chin, his fingertips gently stroking the reddened marks on her skin.

Sophie lifted her eyelids, her long lashes trembling. Her captivating, light-colored eyes held a trace of self-mockery. "Young Master Shannon, you’re certainly in high spirits. Tired of Raina Bell, and now you’ve co to amuse yourself with ?"

Thomas Shannon shuddered, then let out a low chuckle.

The laughter, low and deep, echoed with exceptional clarity in the quiet room, where the only other sound was Harry voraciously devouring the fish.

It echoed continuously.

Sophie frowned, glaring at him. "What are you laughing at?"

Thomas Shannon’s gaze fell on her face. The scabs had fallen off completely, the once crisscrossing scars of pigntation now replaced by pink skin.

Upon closer inspection, the uneven surface of the skin was still discernible.

But the color was already many tis better than before.

The ugliness and gruesoness were also diminishing.

His fingertips glided gently over her cheek, and the corners of his lips curved up. "It’s recovering quite well."

"Thank you. I know that even without you telling ."

Since her face had co up, Sophie had to bring up George Stanford. "Where are you hiding George Stanford?"

"Want to know?" Thomas Shannon smirked.

His handso face was filled with a wicked, seductive charm.

It held a soul-stirring allure.

Sophie pursed her lips, her voice sowhat subdued. "If you’re willing to tell ..."

"George Stanford has gone abroad for an academic exchange."

"How long until he returns?" Sophie’s anxious heart slowly settled.

It’s good as long as he wasn’t deliberately hidden. So, it was just an academic exchange.

Thinking of Old Mr. Standford’s obsession with dical skills, Sophie roughly guessed he had volunteered to go.

"That depends on my mood."

Sophie: "..."