Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 455 - 457: Is there anything you want to tell me?

In the end, he was still the one to bla!

"What? You don’t accept it?"

"I wouldn’t dare."

Sophie Sullivan suppressed the fury in her heart. After all Thomas Shannon had said, she wouldn’t dare talk back to him at this critical mont, no matter how foolish she might be.

"A fine ’I wouldn’t dare.’" Thomas Shannon was imnsely pleased. He released her chin, then gripped her shoulder with his other hand and pulled her to her feet.

Sophie had barely risen when, in the next second, his arm snaked around her waist. She squird uncomfortably for a couple of monts, provoking a sharp reprimand from Thomas Shannon, "Don’t move."

Sophie was speechless. Go hug your Raina Bell!

Thomas Shannon scooped up Harry with one hand, stopping it from eating more, and tucked it under his other arm. He remarked with considerable amusent, "Look how fat you’ve beco, hmm?"

"OW." Harry twitched its tail pitifully.

With that, he led Sophie out of the dical office.

On the way back to the castle, Sophie subtly tried to break free, feeling increasingly awkward. Thomas Shannon frowned and snapped, "Stop fidgeting!"

"Thomas Shannon, where are you taking ?"

"Taking you back."

"I don’t want to go back..." And I especially don’t want to see Raina Bell or Minimus Hart. I don’t want to see either of them.

"Don’t be difficult. Don’t you want George Stanford to co back?" Thomas Shannon always knew her weaknesses, always knew exactly how to make her comply.

"...I do," Sophie said weakly, the starlight in her eyes dimming.

He took in her every nuance of expression.

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed into a tight line. As if sensing its master’s displeasure, Harry, nestled in his arms, stopped fussing and curled up obediently. Only its wide, round eyes remained visible, darting glances between Thomas Shannon and Sophie.

Thomas Shannon stopped, a slight smirk touching his lips. "Maniac, is there anything you want to tell ?"

Sophie shook her head. She didn’t want to say anything right now.

"Listen, I’ll give you one chance. If you make happy, I can grant you one wish."

Grant her one wish... The lure was indeed incredibly tempting. But... could she say it?

Sophie pursed her lips, looking up at Thomas Shannon.

The man’s handso face was half-illuminated, half-shadowed in the sunset’s afterglow. His thin, inscrutable lips held the barest hint of a smile, while his deep eyes—dark as obsidian—were clear, bright, yet utterly unfathomable.

This man was dangerous. When happy, he could indulge her; when angry, he could cast her down from the heavens to the earth. Once he learned her true identity, in the future... her family would undoubtedly beco leverage for him to use against her.

A whirlwind of thoughts spun through her mind, all in an instant. Sophie averted her gaze, her voice devoid of emotion. "No. I have nothing to say."

She would maintain the status quo for now and investigate her background herself. Even if, in the end, she couldn’t find out anything on her own, the worst that could happen was to confess everything to him and ask for his help.

Thomas Shannon sneered, the smile on his lips so chillingly cold it sent shivers down her spine. "What a fine ’I have nothing to say.’"

The next second, her chin was seized. Thomas Shannon’s handso face lood closer. "Maniac, rember this: you only get one chance. Don’t you dare regret missing it."

Sophie retorted defiantly, "I won’t regret it."

"I hope so."

Sophie’s brow furrowed sharply, her voice laced with pain and a slight tremble. "Thomas Shannon, you’re hurting ."

Good. It was ant to hurt.