Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 635 - 638: Standing in front of him as Cecilia Branford.

The servant handed her a soft towel, and Sophie Sullivan wiped the cold sweat off her face haphazardly.

Her entire body felt weakened, her sleep gown soaked with cold sweat.

She put down the towel and muttered, "What time is it?"

"It’s already 5 p.m., Miss Cecilia Branford. You’ve slept for eight hours."

Slept for eight hours...

The quality of her sleep was terrible; her mind was still muddled. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

She rubbed her forehead and lifted the silk quilt to get out of bed.

"I’m hungry..."

"Dinner is ready in the kitchen downstairs, Miss Cecilia Branford. You can go down for your meal whenever you’re ready."

Sophie Sullivan nodded, then went into the restroom to wash up. Afterward, she took a simple, white dress from the wardrobe and put it on.

Her long hair, like seaweed, hung lazily to her waistline.

Her floor-length dress swayed as she moved, its hem dancing gracefully.

Under the servant’s guidance, she took a seat in the Restaurant.

"Miss Cecilia Branford, I will serve your dinner now," the butler said respectfully, waving his hand.

The servants filed in, arranging the sumptuous dinner on the dining table dish by dish.

Dinner featured traditional cuisine from Country F, to which Sophie Sullivan had no particular aversion.

Perhaps this was related to her inherently being a native of Country F. It was just that she had been in Country A recently, eating Country A’s food with Thomas Shannon and had grown somewhat accustomed to it.

She raised her hand and tapped her head. Why on earth was she thinking of him again, out of the blue!

She had finally gotten rid of him; this was her moment of freedom.

She needed to think less about the unpleasant things that affected her mood.

After dinner, Sophie Sullivan took a walk on the island.

It was already evening. The setting sun cast an orange glow on the sea surface.

She walked barefoot on the soft white sands, letting the azure seawater lap at her feet with each tide.

If anyone were to ask her now what color freedom was, she would answer that it was blue.

The same deep blue as the ocean.

She, Sophie Sullivan, was not anyone’s slave; she was herself. She was Sophie Sullivan, and she was also Cecilia Branford...

One day, she would regain her appearance, return to her own home, and reclaim everything that belonged to her.

Her identity, her wealth.

One day, she would stand proudly before Thomas Shannon as Cecilia Branford, no longer the slave he could imprison and bully.

Not far away, the butler and servants followed, ready to take her orders.

Sophie Sullivan turned and beckoned. The butler approached quickly. "Miss Cecilia Branford, how may I serve you?"

"Get me a mobile phone."

"Yes." The butler respectfully offered his own mobile phone with both hands.

With the mobile phone in hand, Sophie Sullivan looked up and asked, "Do you have Lucifer’s number?"

"Yes."

Sophie Sullivan understood. She waved her hand, and the butler immediately withdrew.

Sophie Sullivan, holding the mobile phone, called Lucifer.

"Hello?"

The telephone call connected, but there was no sound from the other end for a long moment.

Sophie Sullivan furrowed her eyebrows and spoke louder, "Hello? Lucifer, can you hear me?"

"Cecilia Branford, how come it’s you?" Confusion seeped into Lucifer’s voice.

Then, as if remembering something, he chuckled and said, "Have you arrived on the island?"

"Lucifer, I’ve already had a sleep and even eaten dinner. What do you think?"

Lucifer waved his hand, refusing a servant’s attempt to help him. He struggled to sit up, and the corner of his mouth hooked upwards. "I apologize, I forgot you arrived on the island this morning. Are you accustomed to living there?"