Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 960 - 962: Belonging Only to Him

"Are you tired? Go back for an afternoon rest, hmm?"

Sophie Sullivan nodded absentmindedly, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Carry back."

"At your service."

Thomas Shannon carried Sophie Sullivan back to the bedroom, laid her down on the bed, and she turned over, rubbing against the smooth silk quilt, then closed her eyes.

Thomas Shannon lay down beside her, propping his head with one hand, his deep gaze unwaveringly fixed on her.

Only when her breathing gradually beca even and light did he get up from the bed and leave the bedroom.

As he left, Gaby seized the chance to enter the bedroom, lay by the bedside, and fell into a deep sleep.

Since it was dayti, Thomas Shannon turned a blind eye to Gaby’s behavior, giving tacit permission.

Back in the study room, Thomas Shannon picked up the mobile phone and made a phone call.

On the other end, a sweet female voice answered with a hint of cheerfulness, "Brother Shannon?"

"I forgot to tell you earlier, don’t call again in the future, to avoid any unnecessary trouble." As he said this, Thomas Shannon impatiently lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

Smoke curled around, making his handso face fleetingly appear and disappear, like a dream, like a fantasy.

The dark and terrifying expression on his face also lightened sowhat amidst the swirling smoke.

"Brother Shannon, did I do sothing wrong to make you angry?"

"Calling is itself a mistake, don’t do it again in the future."

Thomas Shannon didn’t change his attitude despite her soft-spoken words, and his deep voice was chillingly cold, almost rciless.

"But... but Mother asked to ask you..."

Before the girl could finish her sentence, Thomas Shannon interrupted her, "If Mother has sothing to ask , let her call herself, understood?"

"..."

"I don’t have much patience, understood?!"

The girl seed to be sobbing softly, she replied in a small voice, "I understand, Brother Shannon, please don’t be angry."

After hanging up the phone, Thomas Shannon casually tossed the mobile phone onto the desk, finished smoking, and extinguished the cigarette butt.

He called Charlie River.

"Young Master, what are your orders?" Charlie River asked respectfully as he stood behind Thomas Shannon.

"What’s going on in Country F?"

What’s that imposter doing lately, and what about Lucifer?

Charlie River said, "The woman pretending to be a maniac is thriving in Country F’s social circles, frequently attending various high-society banquets. In short, she’s very high-profile. Almost every day, there’s news about her in Country F. Besides appearing high-profile in public, her arrogant and bizarre conduct is also criticized. As for Lucifer, we’ve only found that he’s been staying at the Royal Hospital recently, but the reason isn’t clear yet."

Just an imposter, not worth ntioning.

But Lucifer caught Thomas Shannon’s attention.

He’s staying in the Royal Hospital, probably related to his illness, considering his worn-out body won’t last for many years.

Thomas Shannon hooked the corner of his mouth into a smile, feeling pleased, "Continue to keep an eye on them, report any situation to imdiately."

"Yes, Young Master!"

Thomas Shannon picked up the mobile phone and walked out of the study room.

Lucifer, this stumbling block, will disappear sooner or later; he isn’t strong enough to be his most formidable opponent, so Sophie is still his.

Only his.

Thinking of this, Thomas Shannon’s lips couldn’t help but curve upwards, and his deep eyes shone with an incredibly dazzling light.

As brilliant and dazzling as a teor.