Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 590 - 593: A Complete Little Poor Thing

"If she likes gentleness, be gentle with her; if she likes romance, be romantic with her. Cater to her preferences, isn’t that enough?"

Pausing for a moment, Edward Benson laughed and said, "I never thought the maniac liked the gentle type of man. It’s not going to work for you, Thomas." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The more Thomas Shannon heard, the tighter his bright brow furrowed. "What should I do, then?"

Isn’t it just a matter of catering to her preferences? What’s so difficult about that?!

"You have to change your temper, Thomas. At least when you’re dealing with the maniac, you can’t get angry easily. Even if you’re really angry, you can’t vent your anger on her, yell at her, or be harsh with her. That’s absolutely out of the question."

Though Edward Benson had spoken casually, his words were profound advice. Thomas Shannon’s face suddenly darkened. "So, I have to spoil her? I can’t even show her any displeasure?"

"Of course not. If you show her displeasure, won’t she show you displeasure in return?"

Edward Benson said seriously, "Thomas, if you want to pursue a girl, you must be gentle, considerate, and have enough patience. Never think that just because you have her, you have all of her. That’s far from enough..."

"I understand," Thomas Shannon said irritably. "I’m hanging up."

Gentleness and patience? It sounded like something out of the Arabian Nights.

Before Thomas Shannon hung up the phone, Edward Benson solemnly reminded him, "Thomas, remember, you must hold your temper and not get angry with her..."

After hanging up the phone, Thomas Shannon left the study room and went downstairs.

He asked Charlie River to prepare the car and immediately caught up with Sophie Sullivan.

From a distance, watching her squatting on the ground, she really looked like a little poor thing.

But only Thomas Shannon knew how stubborn she was.

At this moment, Sophie, seeing him lost in thought and not speaking for a long time, shoved chubby Harry into his arms impatiently and turned to leave.

"MEOW."

Harry cried out, and Thomas Shannon snapped out of his thoughts. He looked down and saw chubby Harry in his arms.

It had tried its best for the dried small fish. It was just a pity that Sophie no longer liked it.

Thomas Shannon disdainfully put it down and followed Sophie with long strides, reaching out and grabbing her wrist tightly.

With a sudden tightening around her wrist, Sophie was almost yanked back by him.

Her body slammed into his embrace due to inertia, her nose colliding with his firm chest.

A stinging pain shot through her nose, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.

Sophie covered her nose with one hand and looked up from his embrace. Tears shimmered in her beautiful eyes. "You bastard!" she cried.

Thomas Shannon took in her tearful, accusing expression. She looked every bit the little poor thing.

The anger brewing inside Thomas Shannon dissipated miraculously. He raised his hand to move hers away. "Did it hurt?" he asked.

He was deliberately asking something he already knew!

Sophie turned her face away. "What are you up to now?" she demanded. "I’m telling you, no one can stop me from going to the hospital today."

"Ungrateful!" Thomas Shannon snorted coldly and began to pull her into the car.

"Thomas Shannon, what do you want?!"

Sophie gripped the car door tightly with both hands, refusing to get in. She worried that Thomas Shannon had come out personally to drag her back.

The man standing before her had a terrifyingly dark expression, and the cold, sharp glint deep in his eyes seemed to pierce her like a dagger.

"Weren’t you going to the hospital? I’ll take you!"

As the man’s cold words fell, Sophie was pushed into the car.

Half-believing, half-doubting, she stared at the man as he bent down to get into the car. "You’re not lying to me?" she asked suspiciously.