Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 611 - 614: Have you been gentle with the little maniac?

She breathed heavily. "Thomas Shannon, get up!"

"Sophie Sullivan, have I been too indulgent with you, letting you run wild?!" How dare she hit me! Excellent! Truly excellent!

Thomas Shannon grabbed her jaw with one hand, his handsome face pressing down towards hers. "I’ll make you learn the price for angering me."

A flicker of fear crossed Sophie’s eyes, gone in an instant...

What... what does he want to do?

Sophie’s mind went blank. The next second, the man’s large palm landed on her collar and forcefully tore it—RRRIP! The sounds of fabric tearing rang out, one after another.

In an instant, fragments of clothing littered the floor.

"Ah... no!"

Sophie’s eyes widened in horror, her pupils constricting, her voice trembling. "Thomas Shannon... how dare you!"

Outside the window, the sky had completely darkened.

Red and purple bruises covered her body. A distinct red circlet marked her delicate, Yvonne wrist; the bruising was stark against her skin.

He gently rubbed the marks with his fingertips, then turned and left.

He went to the study room, picked up a cigarette from his desk, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a metal lighter.

As smoke swirled around him, his handsome face, under the brilliant lights, flickered between brightness and shadow, dreamlike and illusory.

He was handsome as a divine deity—noble and unthreatening, sacred and inviolable.

It was this very man who had just brutally taken Sophie.

His actions were devoid of any gentleness, more like a savage punishment.

After chain-smoking several cigarettes, the study room was thick with the smell of nicotine. Thomas Shannon picked up his mobile phone and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Bay King..."

Edward Benson’s voice held a hint of laughter. "Thomas, have you and the maniac made up?"

Thomas Shannon’s eyes dimmed. "No."

No? He hasn’t made up with the maniac using the method I taught him last time?

Edward Benson’s laughter died. He began to doubt if Thomas had seriously followed his instructions. "Were you gentle with the maniac?"

"...I was gentle." Apart from what just happened when I took her... that counts as gentle, right?

Hearing the hesitation in his voice, Edward Benson knew he definitely hadn’t strictly followed through.

Shifting into a more comfortable position, Edward Benson asked, "So tell me, how were you gentle with the maniac? Give me an example."

Thomas Shannon: "..."

He racked his brain for a long time but couldn’t find a single example of gentleness.

Edward Benson, exasperated, said, "Thomas, gentleness isn’t just about words, it’s about action! Your actions need to show her your gentleness..."