Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 920 - 922: The Maniac Can’t Leave Me Now

"Just lie down for a while."

Sophie poked him on the chest, teasing him, "Thomas Shannon, why have you beco so clingy?"

Thomas Shannon chuckled with his eyes closed, "Today, I don’t know who it was, but soone was sticking close to , insisting I chat with her. She said it had to be ."

Feeling a bit embarrassed after being called out, Sophie humd twice, "Go to sleep, stop rambling."

Receiving a call from Edward Benson, Thomas Shannon, after having dinner, entered the study room with his mobile phone in hand.

"Edward, what’s up?"

"Got so free ti, Thomas? Let’s go for a drink."

Thinking of Sophie, Thomas Shannon instinctively declined, "No, the maniac can’t go without right now."

Saying this, Thomas Shannon couldn’t suppress the upward curl of his lips; Sophie seed like a sick child, causing a ruckus for her parents.

He couldn’t leave her at all, otherwise, who knows what trouble she’d stir up?

"What’s up with the maniac?" Edward Benson asked with surprise.

Linda, sitting beside him, discreetly watched, eagerly wanting to know what was happening.

But she couldn’t ask, couldn’t let him sense her abnormality.

Thomas Shannon picked up a pen and toyed with it, "The maniac’s face just underwent the third reparative surgery, the gauze hasn’t been removed yet, if she doesn’t see , she’ll act up."

This speech, clearly just a statent, but to Edward Benson it sounded like flaunting his affection.

The maniac can’t go without him, doesn’t this precisely prove that she’s hopelessly in love with him?

Edward Benson chuckled, "Alright then, keep the maniac company. Tomorrow, I’ll co over to see you all, we’ll have a al together."

Thomas Shannon’s eyebrow tips slightly raised, curiosity rising in his heart, "What’s with your tone, sounds like you’re in a good mood. Did sothing happen recently to make you happy?"

Edward Benson glanced at Linda beside him, Linda gave him a gentle smile, and Edward Benson also smiled with eyes full of doting affection, speaking to Thomas Shannon on the phone, "These past few days, I’ve been with Isla Stanley, helping her recover her mory. She doesn’t like staying ho, so I want to take her out more to see and experience things."

Again with Linda.

Thomas Shannon already had the answer in his heart, he hooked a smile, his gaze slightly cold, "Alright, see you tomorrow."

Hanging up the phone, Linda handed him a cup of water, "Are we really going to see Thomas Shannon for a al tomorrow?"

Edward Benson thought she was worried, accepted the water, held her hand, smiling to reassure her, "Don’t worry, Thomas isn’t petty; he’s already accepted your apology for that matter, it’s in the past. Don’t feel pressured, just treat him as a friend."

Linda nodded slowly, "I understand."

Sophie ca out after a bath, couldn’t find Thomas Shannon, asked Charlie River, and learned he was in the study room.

Pushing open the study room door, Sophie saw the man behind the desk smoking.

Among the swirling smoke, that handso face capable of entrancing countless won was faintly visible, adding an extra layer of mysterious allure.

"Thomas Shannon, are you daydreaming?" Sophie shut the door behind her and walked towards him.

Thomas Shannon extinguished the cigarette butt, his gaze calm, "Why are you here?"

"Why, am I not allowed to co?"

Sophie rounded the desk, sat on his legs, slender lotus-like arms circling his neck.

Her eyes, bright and flashing, carried a questioning expression, gazing at him.