Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 585 - 588: Thomas Shannon, what do you really want to do in the end?

She suddenly opened her eyes, meeting the man’s cold eyes, which were as deep as a cold-pool.

These were the eyes she knew best. But now, they were as deep as a breakless ocean, unfathomable.

She couldn’t detect any hint of his emotions.

Her collar was pulled tight, constricting her neck painfully.

"Thomas Shannon, have you gone mad?"

Sophie Sullivan raised her hand and forcefully pried his away, rubbing her own neck. He’d nearly strangled her!

Has he gone mad?

Is he trying to murder me?!

Thomas Shannon sneered, raising his hand and pointing to his own head. "Don’t you have anything to say to me?"

"Yes." Sophie Sullivan nodded. Thomas Shannon calmly waited for her to continue. A slight smile touched Sophie Sullivan’s red lips. "Get lost."

Thomas Shannon’s facial color suddenly turned gloomy. He pinched her jaw, leaning down and staring at her. "Sophie Sullivan, have I indulged you too much?"

"In what way?"

"In every way."

Sophie Sullivan scoffed, her face full of disdain. "Thomas Shannon, name your price. What will it take for you to hand George Stanford over to me?"

"You want to take George Stanford? No way!"

He was his Trump Card; how could he let her take him so easily?

"What exactly do you want?" Sophie Sullivan found him increasingly incomprehensible. If he still thought she was the same Sophie Sullivan he could manipulate and control, he was gravely mistaken.

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed tightly together. A storm brewed in his eyes, howling and surging like waves from their depths. "What I want? Don’t you know best?"

"Your new favorite is Raina Bell. Do you want to elevate her?" Sophie Sullivan’s cheeks ached from his grip. She clasped his hand tightly, prying his fingers open one by one.

Sophie Sullivan threw his hand away. "Fine. I’ll do as you wish. I’ll go down now and call Raina Bell up for you. Alright?"

Sophie Sullivan forcefully threw off the thin quilt and got out of bed.

She didn’t even put on her shoes. Barefoot, her tender feet padded across the floor as she walked out.

Just as she grabbed the door handle, about to pull it open, a hand reached out from behind, pressed against the door panel, and slammed the door shut.

Damn it!

Without turning her head, Sophie Sullivan said, "Let go."

"Sophie Sullivan, you’re too presumptuous!"

Thomas Shannon growled, suddenly spinning her around. "If you dare take one step out of this bedroom, you’ll bear the consequences!"

"Threatening me?"

"You can see it that way."

Sophie Sullivan laughed and nodded, crossing her arms over her chest, her face a mask of indifference. "Go on, then. What other threats do you have? Use them all."

"To threaten you, one trick is enough." Thomas Shannon grabbed her wrist and began dragging her into the bath chamber.

Sophie Sullivan struggled constantly. "Thomas Shannon, what on earth are you trying to do?"

"My head hurts. Help me bathe!"

"It’s your head that’s injured, not your hands!"

Sophie Sullivan protested with a low growl. Thomas Shannon slammed the bath chamber door shut with one hand, pinning her against the back of it. He lowered his head and kissed her.

MMM...

The man bit her lips fiercely, until they both tasted blood.

Only then did he lift his eyelids to look at her.

They were so close their breaths intertwined.

Sophie Sullivan pressed her hands against his chest, trying to push him away. "Let go..."

"Keep making noise, and it won’t just be a kiss."

Hearing her pained cry, he said wickedly, "For example, like this... and..."

"Thomas Shannon!"

Sophie Sullivan yelled, lifting her leg and driving her knee fiercely upwards.