Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 918 - 920: Were You Up to No Good Just Now?

Linda doesn’t want to know about her past, she just wants to build a good relationship with him to confuse him.

Only then will he let down his guard and take her to approach Thomas Shannon.

Otherwise, like now, she’s undoubtedly wasting ti, Edward Benson wouldn’t take her to find Thomas Shannon.

If she wants to use him to get close to Thomas Shannon, and then make a move against Thomas Shannon, it’s impossible.

So, she can only let herself cater to him, making him relax his vigilance.

Linda gradually shook her head and smiled, "Actually, you don’t need to apologize... Coincidentally, I also want to know what kind of person I was before."

Edward Benson looked at her in shock; wasn’t she... not fond of him ntioning past events in front of her?

How could it be...

Linda didn’t dare to look him in the eyes and shifted her gaze quietly, "Always being soone with amnesia, knowing nothing about the past self, feels quite bad. So, I want to try to recover my mories."

Edward Benson excitedly clenched his fist, lowered his head, his fist pressed against his forehead, unable to hide his excitent, "Alright..."

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After lying in the dical office for two days, Sophie Sullivan was taken back to the castle by Thomas Shannon.

With thick gauze wrapped around her face, Sophie couldn’t go anywhere or do anything.

When Thomas Shannon went to the company, she could only stay in the castle petting cats, petting Harry then petting Gaby.

Harry’s fluffy fur was smoothed by her.

Gaby even more so, was rubbed down, petted on the head, and contently fell asleep.

Gaby’s purring and Harry’s soft purring echoed in the air, forming a srizing lullaby.

She thought of Fluffy Zane, so she picked up the phone to call her.

The phone rang for a long ti before Fluffy Zane answered, "Fennie."

The smile at the corner of Sophie Sullivan’s mouth gradually froze, "What happened to your voice?"

"Nothing, just not feeling well physically."

"Are you sick?"

"Just a minor illness, nothing serious. By the way, did you need sothing?"

Sophie originally wanted to chat with her to relieve boredom, better than listening to Gaby and Harry’s purring while half-asleep. Since she’s unwell, it’s alright.

"Nothing, just wanted to call you, since you’re not feeling well, have a good rest."

After hanging up, Sophie gloomily called Thomas Shannon.

At K Group Headquarters, amidst a eting, Thomas Shannon’s phone suddenly rang.

In the opulent First Conference Room, Mr. President’s phone ringtone sounded.

The nurous high-ranking mbers imdiately fell silent, looking down at the docunts, pretending as if they hadn’t heard anything.

Thomas Shannon impatiently furrowed his brows, picked up his phone to glance at it, seeing Sophie’s call, his deeply furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

He stood up with an unchanged expression, "Break for ten minutes."

Then, he turned and walked out.

Out in the corridor, Thomas Shannon answered the call, a hint of a smile on his lips, "Miss ?"

Sophie humd, "Thomas Shannon, it took you so long to pick up my call, were you just doing sothing bad?"

"What bad thing?"

"Flirting with a female secretary or sothing."

"Can’t your brain think of sothing healthy?" Thomas Shannon chuckled helplessly, flirting with a female secretary?

With the female slaves in the manor having looks that rival the female secretary, would he need to lower himself to flirt?

Sophie didn’t like this, what does he an by can her brain think of sothing healthy.

He should consider how beastly he truly is, compared to him being the action type.