Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 634 - 637: Thomas Shannon’s Dark Soul Lingers

"Once out of the desert, she shows her true colors." Thomas Shannon’s voice, cold and menacing, seemed to hiss from between his teeth, laced with a cruel edge. "If she’s not a con woman, then what is she?"

Charlie River said weakly, "Young Master, everything that happened in the desert was planned in advance... So, Young Master, you deceived her too."

Thomas Shannon removed the hand covering his eyes, his cold eyes flaring a deeper crimson. "Who would go to such lengths to design all of this if they didn’t care about her?"

It was all to see clearly if he had a place in her heart.

Thomas had already been hurt in love once; this time, he absolutely would not repeat the same mistake.

He disdained to pour out his heart and soul again, to give his all for a woman who didn’t have him in her heart.

But if she truly had him in her heart, he wouldn’t mind giving her the stars or even the Moony!

He admitted it; everything that happened in the desert was a scheme targeting her, including during the sandstorm when he had Charlie River and the man in black leave first, leaving only him and Sophie Sullivan behind.

He had a locator alarm on him. If he encountered danger, he could send a signal, and Charlie River and the others would instantly lock onto his location and come to his rescue.

When his feet began to sink into the quicksand, he had already pressed the locator alarm, sending a signal to Charlie River, who was on standby just outside the desert.

He had been surprised that Sophie cried.

However, it was precisely because she had cried so sorrowfully that Thomas had believed her confession of affection was genuine.

And not just comforting words spoken against her conscience because he was about to sink into quicksand and die, words uttered merely so he wouldn’t pass away in disappointment.

The truth proved he had indeed misplaced his trust in her. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

That Sophie Sullivan was a complete, out-and-out emotional scammer!

Watching Thomas Shannon’s expression grow increasingly gloomy, his cold eyes, now bloodshot as if with blood and filled with a fierce killing intent, Charlie River risked his life and said with a tremor in his voice, "Young Master, you’re not wrong to think that way. But have you ever considered what that little maniac truly wants? If she wants an apple, giving her countless pears will never make her happy."

"All she wants is freedom. Do you think I would give her that?"

Giving her freedom would be like giving her wings to fly away from his side.

Impossible!

He wouldn’t be foolish enough to let her slip away.

Never!

「South Pacific, Private Isle.」

Perhaps it was the unfamiliar environment; Sophie Sullivan still hadn’t quite adjusted.

She was having nightmares...

A series of disconnected nightmares assaulted her relentlessly.

Sophie Sullivan furrowed her brows, her hands clutching the silky thin quilt covering her chest. Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Her head tossed restlessly, and she mumbled in her sleep, "Don’t... Don’t come any closer..."

Her sleep-talking grew louder, finally becoming a desperate cry, "Get away... Don’t touch me..."

The servant stationed outside the door heard the commotion and immediately pushed the door open to enter.

Seeing Sophie Sullivan having a nightmare on the bed, the servants exchanged uneasy glances before deciding to wake her.

"Miss Cecilia Branford, please wake up."

"Miss Cecilia Branford?"

The servants called her for a while before Sophie Sullivan finally woke from her nightmare. Suddenly awakened, she was still disoriented. Her gaze, hazy and vacant, fell upon the two maidservants standing before her.

"Miss Cecilia Branford, are you alright?"

"Miss Cecilia Branford, you were having a nightmare."

Sophie Sullivan slowly sat up. She touched her forehead with one hand and felt the cold sweat that drenched it.

Damn it! That Thomas Shannon was like a persistent ghost, not even letting her go in her dreams!