Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 900 - 902: If Worse Comes to Worst, I’ll Just Change

"ow~"

Harry’s cry echoed as his chubby body traced a parabola in the sky, gradually fading away.

Thomas Shannon had no ti for his pet; he focused on holding the soft body of the woman in his embrace. Bowing his head, he planted a kiss on the top of her head, "Didn’t I tell you? Your man isn’t that easy to deal with. If she wants to kill , she’ll have to see if she has the ability."

"Aren’t you afraid of the possibility when you have a wolf by your side?"

Linda was obviously plotting to use Edward Benson to get close to him and then assassinate him.

The reason she’s not acting now is that the timing isn’t right, and there aren’t enough opportunities.

Once the timing is right, her chances to strike will inevitably increase.

At that ti, he won’t be able to prevent it!

Sophie Sullivan didn’t understand why, when he could have nipped the threat in the bud, he chose to let it grow freely.

Thomas Shannon would never tell her that he found her concern for him utterly adorable.

Perhaps Sophie didn’t know how her current feisty deanor had left such an impression in Thomas Shannon’s heart.

Thomas Shannon laughed deeply, "Aren’t you here, too? Fennie, I trust you’ll protect well."

Her?

Sophie suddenly raised her head from his embrace, incredulously pointing to the tip of her nose, "You’re asking to protect you?"

Thomas Shannon nodded with a smile, picking up a lock of her smooth hair and playing with it around his fingertips, "I’ve always been protecting you, Fennie, now it’s your turn to shine."

"Thomas Shannon, you want a weak woman like to protect you?"

"Don’t you have Gaby?"

Thomas Shannon pointed to Gaby at her feet, his smile becoming more mischievous, "I think Gaby is quite fierce. You two little tigers, teaming up, are invincible."

Sophie howled and bit his chin, "Thomas Shannon, you must never call a tigress again!"

"Fennie is a little tiger."

"No, I’m not!"

"Then what are you?"

"I am Cecilia Branford!"

"You are Fennie."

"I am Cecilia Branford!"

"You are my woman."

Sophie raised her eyelids, released his chin, and wiped the moisture with her thumb, arrogantly, "And you are my man."

Beside them, Charlie River turned his head away awkwardly.

They’re just chatting, and there they go, showing off their love in all its glory!

The Young Master truly isn’t an ordinary person!

The servants and maids all looked at Sophie, shocked and speechless.

Indeed, aside from the maniac, who else could capture the Young Master’s heart?

Aside from the maniac, who else dared to be so bold with the Young Master?

Even Alia Shaw at that ti couldn’t achieve what the maniac did.

The only one who dared to act wild over the Young Master’s head was the maniac.

After causing a scene, Sophie felt tired, leaned against Thomas Shannon’s embrace, and grumbled, "Whatever, have it your way. If you die, I’ll just find another man."

"What did you say?"

Feeling a pain in her chin, Sophie imdiately frowned as Thomas Shannon tightly gripped her delicate chin, his expression growing somber, "Find another man?"

"If you die, do you expect to stay a widow for you?"

Thomas Shannon suddenly laughed, the sound wild and icy, exuding a chilling coldness, "Don’t worry, for the rest of this life, aside from , you won’t ever find another man!"

"That’s not necessarily true. Let’s wait and see."

Thomas Shannon eased his grip, his thumb gently rubbing her chin, "Alright, let’s wait and see."