Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 965 - 967: Did You Pull the Wound on Your Face?

Gaby, who was lying by the doorway, sprang up at the call and ran to her side.

Gaby affectionately rubbed her head against her leg, then stared at George Stanford.

Sophie Sullivan looked at George Stanford with a half-smile, "Old Mr. Stanford, you still have ti to regret it now. Tell , do you want to take back what you said?"

George Stanford clenched his fist, stiffened his neck, gathered his breath to his celestial field, wanting to say with great dignity that he wouldn’t take it back!

But... seeing Gaby’s fierce tiger-like eyes, glaring as if at prey about to land in her mouth, he imdiately cowered.

His imposing air weakened bit by bit, followed by his back.

His once straight back slowly bent down, both hands clasped, eyes tightly shut, "My dear Fiona, I take it back, can’t I just take back what I said?"

Seeing Old Mr. Standford in this cowardly state, Sophie Sullivan broke into laughter, the sound crisp and unrestrained.

George Stanford ground his teeth, "Fiona, could you please be kind and call her out?"

"Say sothing nice, let listen, and then I’ll decide whether to let Gaby out."

George Stanford’s eyeballs rolled, and he imdiately understood. He patted his chest assuringly, "Don’t worry, I will definitely ensure your face doesn’t stay ugly!"

"...."

"I’ve got enough dicine!"

"...."

"I promise to restore your appearance!"

Now, that’s better.

Sophie Sullivan hooked the corner of her mouth, smiling as she waved her hand, "Gaby, go out and play for a while yourself."

Reluctantly rubbing against her, Gaby finally turned and left.

Watching Gaby leave the office with her own eyes, George Stanford finally patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief.

Sophie Sullivan propped her face with one hand, looking at the sweat-soaked George Stanford, "Old Mr. Stanford, you’d better keep your word. If you deceive , Gaby will be mad. When Gaby is mad, she loves to eat human flesh."

Human flesh.

Human...

Flesh...

George Stanford shivered all over, pointing at the ceiling, swearing, "Don’t worry, I, George Stanford, will keep my word! I’ll never deceive you!"

"Alright, then it’s settled."

Sophie Sullivan nodded in satisfaction, squinted her eyes in a faint smile, and then stood up, ready to leave.

"Wait a minute."

George Stanford hurriedly called her back, and Sophie Sullivan turned around, frowning in confusion, "Anything else, Old Mr. Stanford?"

"Did your crazy laughter just now pull on the wound?"

Since her surgery, George Stanford had changed her dicine several tis, checking the recovery situation of the wound as well.

However, it hasn’t yet reached the point where the gauze can be removed.

He had previously advised her not only to follow dietary restrictions but also to avoid water on the wound, and usually not to make too expressive gestures, to prevent pulling on the wound and causing it to tear.

Her arrogant laughter just now had George Stanford really worried that her hard-healed wound might have torn again from her laughter.

Did it pull on the wound?

Sophie Sullivan suspiciously raised her hand, touching the gauze on her face, looking confused, "I don’t seem to feel anything, it’s not painful at all."

"Are you sure there’s no feeling at all?" George Stanford couldn’t believe it. The last ti he changed her dicine was two days ago.

The wound from two days ago hadn’t fully healed, could it have healed now?

He hooked his hand, "Sit down, let check it for you."

"Alright."

Sophie Sullivan sat down again, and George Stanford took out the dical box, carefully unwrapping the gauze on her face.

As the gauze soaked with iodine and dicine was removed from her face, George Stanford carefully examined her wound.