Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 868 - 870: Let Go, I Can’t Breathe

The elongated ending sound, spoken by him in a magnetic voice, was simply mind-blowing!

In such an atmosphere, Sophie’s words slipped out effortlessly, "You did well tonight, I’ll give you a reward."

Reward?

Thomas Shannon raised an eyebrow slightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth carrying deeper aning, "What kind of reward?"

Sophie’s eyes sparkled like the stars, resting her chin on her hand, her fingers playfully tapping her cheek, "You can guess."

"I can’t guess, tell ."

"Tsk, no sense of fun. Forget it, I’ll take back what I said just now."

Thomas Shannon’s handso face suddenly darkened, "Words spoken are like spilled water; how can they be taken back?"

"Can’t you just pretend you didn’t hear?"

"Unfortunately, I already heard, and I rember. You said you would reward , don’t forget."

Sophie lightly snorted, dismissively, "Alright."

The restaurant’s chef, descended from a royal chef from that year, has cooking skills passed down through generations.

Nowadays, even getting just one dish is difficult.

Delicious dishes, paired with red wine, and Thomas Shannon’s looks.

This dinner was very satisfying for Sophie.

After dinner, Thomas Shannon had Charlie River bring the wine, and he took Sophie up the mountain to show her another beautiful scene.

Sophie, acting spoiled, refused to walk any further after a while.

Helpless, they had to sit in the cable car.

In the narrow space of the cable car, Thomas Shannon held Sophie, one hand holding her delicate chin, his eyes deeply understanding, "Fennie, where’s the reward you promised ?"

Sophie perfunctorily gave a quick peck on his handso face, "There you go."

"Is this what you call a reward?" Thomas Shannon asked fiercely.

What kind of reward is this?

Before he even had ti to feel it, it was gone; at least give a kiss, right?

A peck on the face, what kind of reward is that?

Sophie widened her eyes, "The final right of interpretation is mine, I say it is, so it is."

"It doesn’t count, do it again."

Sophie laughed, pushing him away, "I have the final say!"

For tonight’s date, Thomas Shannon prepared thoroughly.

The cable car stopped at the mountain top, and after getting off, Thomas Shannon took Sophie’s hand and walked upwards.

When Sophie saw the scene in front of her, she was stunned.

Thousands of fireflies were dancing, in the dark mountain top, resembling a magnificent galaxy.

The evening breeze blew, the fireflies were dancing around them, and Sophie reached out and caught a firefly.

She was overjoyed, showing it off to Thomas Shannon like a treasure, "Thomas Shannon, look! I caught one!"

Seeing the beautiful smile at the corner of her lips, Thomas Shannon was montarily lost, but he ca to his senses, gently rubbing her soft cheek, "Fennie, you’re amazing."

Sophie turned around, spreading her arms and spinning happily in circles.

Gradually, all the fireflies flew around her in a spectacular scene.

Surrounded by fireflies, she looked like a flower fairy, orchestrating these beautiful little creatures.

Beautiful.

Extrely beautiful.

This was Thomas Shannon’s feeling, bringing her here was the right choice.

It seems she really liked it, and as long as she likes it, that’s enough.

It wasn’t in vain that he went through so much trouble to bring these fireflies back specially.

Sophie spun until she was tired and finally stopped. Her watery eyes stared at him without blinking, and in that mont, Thomas Shannon’s heart was tugged tightly by her.

"Thomas Shannon, am I beautiful?"

Thomas Shannon couldn’t help but step forward, spreading his arms and pulling her into an embrace uncontrollably, his magnetic voice turning husky, "Beautiful, extrely beautiful."

"Finally admitting my beauty, are you?"

Sophie chuckled softly, lifting a hand to pat his back, "Let go of , I can’t breathe."