Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 647 - 650: Your advantage is... you can get me once [Monthly ticket added]

Chapter 647: Chapter 650: Your advantage is... you can get me once [Monthly ticket added]

"It’s not that." Sophie Sullivan took a step forward and tilted her head up. Her beautiful eyes filled with a gentle smile. "Thomas Shannon, if I ask you to promise me one request, will you agree?"

"What request?" Thomas Shannon asked, perfectly composed.

Sophie Sullivan’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, the smile on her lips deepening. She reached out, her finger gently stroking his shirt collar as she stared at him unblinkingly. "You said you like me, didn’t you? Now, let me see your sincerity."

"What’s in it for me?" If he showed her his sincerity, what about hers? When would she let him see it?

Sophie Sullivan frowned. He still wanted to see sincerity? However, this didn’t stump her. She smiled faintly and said, "Your benefit is... you can have me once."

Thomas Shannon’s narrow eyes narrowed dangerously. As the soft words escaped her red lips, he suddenly felt his mouth go dry and his throat parch.

Just that one sentence, and already, images of a passionate entanglement with her flashed through his mind.

This benefit was indeed tempting!

"Twice." Thomas Shannon tilted up her delicate chin with one hand, his eyes darkening. "Once isn’t nearly enough to satisfy me."

She really underestimated him. It was an insult to his very manhood...

Sophie Sullivan let out a coquettish huff, rising onto her tiptoes. Her slender, lotus-like arms circled his neck. "Can’t you be a little more considerate of me?!"

Thomas Shannon chuckled lowly. He seized the opportunity to embrace her slender waist, pressing her soft, supple body against his. Lowering his head, he whispered by her ear, "It’s your fault for not improving, for being so delicate, and for not being able to handle me."

"Why blame me? Aren’t you the one who’s built differently?"

Sophie Sullivan huffed indignantly, which unexpectedly drew a deep, low chuckle from Thomas Shannon.

The man’s hard chest vibrated with his laughter. Pressed tightly into his embrace, she felt that strong, powerful tremor, and it seemed as if her own heart began to burn.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

Sophie Sullivan grumbled, "Thomas Shannon, are you going to agree or not?"

"Kiss me." He didn’t say whether he agreed, merely gazing at her intently, a smile touching his cold eyes.

Sophie Sullivan unhesitatingly tilted her head back and offered him a kiss.

Thomas Shannon captured her red lips, kissing her gently yet passionately.

Their breaths mingled.

The long kiss finally ended. Thomas Shannon, as if teasing Harry, raised his hand and gently patted her head. "Seeing as you’re being so uncharacteristically obedient, I’ll agree."

"You said it. No take-backs."

"No regrets."

Having Thomas Shannon’s assurance, Sophie Sullivan laughed, completely satisfied. Suddenly, a cunning light twinkled in her beautiful eyes. "Why don’t you ask what I want to do?"

"Are you willing to tell?"

Sophie Sullivan proudly turned, took a couple of steps, then looked back at him. "I’m going to engage in some ’pretending to be a tiger by borrowing the power of a fox’."

Leaving him with those words, Sophie Sullivan quickly exited the medical office.

She needed to see if the truth behind Old Mr. Standford’s injury was what her intuition suggested. Whether it was or not, she wouldn’t let Minimus Hart have an easy time until she found out.

She returned to the castle fuming, scanned the area, but didn’t see Minimus Hart.

She stopped a nearby maid. "Get Minimus Hart for me."

"Maniac, what do you want with Sister Minnie?"

Sophie Sullivan sat down on the sofa. Hearing the question, she smirked. "You’re not qualified to know."