Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 640 - 643 Don’t look at me like that, I can’t help but...

The butler hesitated at the doorway, unsure whether to report the situation to His Highness Lucifer.

The bedroom door swung open suddenly. Sophie had already changed out of her homewear and was dressed to go out.

"Miss Cecilia Branford, where are you going?"

Sophie walked down the stairs. "I need to leave temporarily."

"Sorry, Miss Cecilia Branford, I don’t quite understand what you mean." What does ’leave temporarily’ mean? Is she leaving now?

"I’m going back to find Thomas Shannon. The doctor who performed my facial surgery is in trouble. I have to go back to him and ensure his safety."

The butler immediately contacted Derek Clark, who quickly arrived in the main hall.

His face was tense. "Miss Cecilia Branford, are you sure you want to go back?" Thomas Shannon is no easy adversary. How will he treat her when she goes back this time?

"Derek, I’ve made up my mind. None of you need to persuade me." She paused, then added, "As for Lucifer, I’ll tell him myself."

Derek nodded reluctantly. "If you insist on going back, I’ll take you."

Although, he didn’t want her to go back. The high and mighty Miss Cecilia Branford was not suited to return to Thomas Shannon’s side, like a captive canary.

Sophie’s mind was made up; no one could persuade her. Derek ordered the helicopter to be on standby.

Sophie boarded the cabin first, followed by Derek and the guards.

The helicopter’s rotors roared as it gradually ascended, the figures of the butler and servants on the ground growing more distant...

Until they disappeared from sight.

Sophie slowly closed her eyes, praying that Old Mr. Standford wouldn’t be in trouble.

Although he always liked to call her Fiona, she called him Old Mr. Standford too, so they were even.

This time, when she went back, she would definitely make sure nothing happened to him! Absolutely!

The helicopter landed, and Sophie’s group was heading to the airport.

On the way, they were intercepted by a black Bentley.

The guards braked sharply. Sophie’s body instinctively lurched forward, only to be yanked back violently by the seatbelt.

Her body slammed heavily against the chair back, a searing pain jolting her internal organs.

"Miss Cecilia Branford, are you alright?"

Sophie struggled to exhale and slowly nodded. "I... I’m fine."

The doors of the black Bentley swung open. Thomas Shannon, flanked by men in black, strode forward. He carried himself like an emperor surveying his domain, radiating an innate aristocratic air and a sharp, imposing presence.

Thomas Shannon pulled open her car door, his sexy thin lips curved in a slight smile. "Long time no see, Fennie."

"Only a few days," Sophie snorted, remaining motionless in her seat.

Thomas Shannon’s cool fingertips hooked her delicate chin. He chuckled, "I’m not even angry yet, and you’re already mad at me. When you ran away, you should have known this day would come, shouldn’t you?"

Sophie just hadn’t thought this day would arrive so quickly. She certainly hadn’t expected Thomas Shannon to be shameless enough to take photos of their past intimate moments!

The man leaned down, unfastened her seatbelt, and then smoothly took her hand, planting a kiss on its back. "Come back with me, hm?"

Sophie looked at him in surprise. Was Thomas Shannon insane? Or was he playing some sort of gentle charade? A man who hadn’t hesitated to use compromising photos to threaten her was now acting so gentle. It was enough to make anyone doubt if this was the real Thomas Shannon.

"Fennie, don’t look at me like that. I won’t be able to resist..."

"Beast!" Sophie raised her hand. Seeing him push the car door further open, she got out of the car herself.

Thomas Shannon possessively wrapped his arm around her slender, soft waist.