Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1181 - 1183: You’re Beautiful, So You Make the Rules

What’s so funny?Sophie Sullivan thought to herself, but still struggled to sit up. Thomas Shannon’s arms encircled her soft slender waist, his chin resting in her neck, "Cecilia, being with you... is quite nice."

Sophie Sullivan is silent.

"Your uncle agreed to marry you to me. Then let’s pick a time and set up the marriage, huh?"

"Young Master Shannon, how long have you known me, and you want to marry?" Sophie’s tone was tense, with a hint of anger that even she hadn’t noticed.

It’s really laughable!

Does he treat every woman so casually?

Marriage, he and Isabel have known each other for how long, and just because they’ve rolled around on the bed for a few days, he thinks he can get married?

This kind of man is really a scumbag!

The more Sophie thought about it, the more nauseated she felt. She wildly pried off Thomas Shannon’s arms, "Let go of me."

Thomas Shannon clicked his tongue, the corner of his mouth lifted; he thought he was acting well, but that stinky temper sold her out immediately.

She’s got quite a temper, needs some taming.

"Baby, if I let go of you, who will I marry?"

"Young Master Shannon can marry whoever he wants; I have a fiance. I’m getting married soon."

Thomas Shannon snorted coldly and bit her neck, "Weren’t you saying you’re hungry? Hug for a bit, and when the midnight snack arrives I’ll let you go down."

Sophie: "..."

It feels like a punch into cotton, with no reaction at all.

Did he not hear what she said? She has a fiance, she has a fiance!

What was he thinking, robbing someone’s fiancée, is that so interesting?

No, that’s not it...

His obsession with her face is too deep; he loves nothing but a face.

As for what kind of soul resides in the body that owns this face, it’s not important.

All he wants is this face.

The more Sophie thinks about it, the more disappointed she feels, the more disappointed, the shallower he seems.

"Little Treasure, what are you thinking?" Thomas Shannon turned her head and gave her red lips a light peck.

"Mm..." Sophie frowned, "Don’t kiss me."

"Then what about a peck?"

"No, neither."

"No pecking nor kissing, do you want to do it then?"

Sophie gave him a glare, "Young Master Shannon usually appears well-dressed and proper, didn’t expect you to be a disguised beast."

"Ha." Thomas Shannon chuckled lowly, one hand landing on her soft white flesh, squeezing twice, "Baby, you’re too naive; men are all the same. Wearing clothes we’re gentlemen, take them off we’re wolves."

More like a beast than a wolf.

Sophie, not giving face, snorted coldly, Thomas Shannon laughed at her out of amusement, mischievously kissed her soft cheek, "So, Little Treasure, any other thoughts?"

"Wearing clothes you’re beasts, take them off you’re rascals."

"Mm, you’re beautiful, you get the final say."

Sophie: "..."

He really wore her down!

"Can you let go of me, I need a bath." Sleeping for a day, she felt uncomfortable all over.

Thomas Shannon spoke hoarsely, "I’ll help you."

"No need."

"It’s what you want."

"Young Master Shannon, if you continue like this, we truly won’t be able to communicate."

"Isn’t this pleasant and friendly communication right now?"

Sophie turned, like an enraged little beast, clawing and biting in his embrace, going wild.

Thomas Shannon laughed deeply and low, as if teasing a pet, patting her head, "Easy, if you scratch me, you’ll be responsible."

Sophie glimpsed the tattoo on his chest.