Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 595 - 598: His happiness and anger are all influenced by you...

The man remained still, not uttering a word.

Sophie Sullivan reached out, grabbed his ear, and tweaked it twice. "Did you hear what I said, Thomas Shannon?"

"Didn’t hear."

Sophie had no choice but to lean down and peck his cheek. "Hear me now?"

The corner of Thomas Shannon’s lips curved slightly. "What was that?"

You infuriating man, Thomas Shannon! Still playing dumb!

Sophie jumped off his back and turned to leave, but Thomas Shannon swiftly caught her wrist. His deep eyes, sparkling as if they held the entire galaxy, focused on her. "I can agree to your request, but remember to come back tonight."

"Really?"

Thomas Shannon nodded.

When had he ever lied to her?

Sophie nodded. "Alright. Once Lucifer wakes up, I’ll head back."

"I’ll have Charlie River stay and wait for you."

"Suit yourself." Sophie waved her hand. "I should go up now..."

"Mhm."

Sophie stared at him, then her gaze drifted down to her wrist, still in his grasp. "If you don’t let go, how am I supposed to leave?"

Thomas Shannon shot her a glare, then turned and strode off, still holding Harry.

Sophie: "..."

Young Master Shannon’s temper... truly insufferable.

After more than three hours of emergency treatment, Lucifer was finally moved back to the deluxe Ward.

Sophie sat by the bedside, gazing at Lucifer on the sickbed. His face was pale, and her brow furrowed. What on earth is wrong with Lucifer? He looked so healthy...

Leo was also keeping watch nearby. Sophie turned to him and asked, "If Lucifer isn’t supposed to drink alcohol, why didn’t you stop him?" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Miss Cecilia Branford, you may not be aware, but when we returned to the hotel yesterday, His Highness was in a terrible mood. He forbade us from following and locked himself in his room. We had no idea he was drinking..."

In any case, this incident was undeniably their dereliction of duty.

Leo couldn’t deny this, nor did he wish to.

If he could turn back time, he would undoubtedly risk punishment and enter the room to stop him.

"Lucifer... was he really in such a bad mood?" Sophie hadn’t realized.

When they had parted, he had been smiling so charmingly, even reminding her not to let herself be wronged or bullied. She had no idea that after he returned to the hotel, his mood would plummet to the point of drinking alone...

Leo hesitated, words caught in his throat. Miss Cecilia Branford, do you still not understand?

His Highness’s mood, good or bad, is inextricably linked to you.

His joys and sorrows, his every mood, were all tied to you...

If you made him happy, he would smile; if you made him sad, he would grieve...

These were words Leo could not say.

Sophie had amnesia. Even if Leo were to tell her these things, it would only add to her burden and psychological stress.

"Yes, His Highness was in a very bad mood. From childhood, you and His Highness were inseparable. Now that you intend to return to Thomas Shannon’s side, His Highness’s feelings... well, you can imagine."

Sophie held Lucifer’s icy hand and lowered her head. "I’m only going back because of Old Mr. Standford. My face... he’s the only one who can help me restore it..."

She knew she wouldn’t stay in Country A forever.

Her home was in Country F. Her identity, her entire life, everything was in Country F.

She had to return. She had to go back and reclaim everything that was rightfully hers.

She had to go back, find the mastermind who plotted against her, and make them pay tenfold!

She would let them know: anyone who dared to covet her life, Sophie Sullivan’s life, would meet an end a thousand times, a hundred times more miserable than hers!

As for Thomas Shannon...

Right now, Sophie wouldn’t entertain thoughts of love or romance. She had far more important matters to attend to.