Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 691 - 694: Thomas Shannon, stop messing around

At the Restaurant, the four of them had taken their seats.

Mrs. Zane ladled soup for Jim Jones. "I appreciate your thoughtfulness in coming to visit Fluffy."

"Auntie, you’re making it sound too formal. Fluffy and I are friends. Visiting her is what I should do."

Jim Jones stood up, reached out to take the soup, and whispered his thanks.

Fluffy Zane had little appetite and ate even less. She drank a bowl of soup and had a few bites of rice before putting down her chopsticks.

"Fluffy, what’s wrong? Don’t the dishes suit your taste?" Mrs. Zane asked with concern.

Her appetite had indeed been poor recently, and Mrs. Zane had been trying various recipes to prepare something delicious for her.

Fluffy Zane shook her head. "I’m not feeling well. I want to go back to my room and rest."

Jim Jones put down his chopsticks. "Fluffy, let me help you upstairs."

Upon returning to the bedroom and helping Fluffy Zane lean against the headboard on the bed, Jim Jones forced a bitter smile. "This is because of William Guillen, right?"

When he arrived, he had seen William Guillen. His expression seemed off, and his face didn’t look too good. As expected, her mood wasn’t great either.

Throughout the meal, she had also seemed preoccupied. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Jim Jones already understood in his heart that she was thinking about William Guillen.

"Jim, I’m sorry..."

"Don’t apologize to me. You haven’t done anything wrong to me." Jim Jones shook his head with a smile. "The one you’re wronging is yourself."

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Having met Your Excellency Mr. President and the First Lady, Sophie Sullivan didn’t seem to care and had completely failed to grasp the seriousness of the situation.

She slept soundly through the night, and Thomas Shannon, unusually, hadn’t pestered her.

In her drowsy sleep, she heard her mobile phone ringing.

She fumbled about blindly, finally grabbed her mobile phone, and, with her eyes still closed, answered the telephone, "Who is this?"

There was silence on the other end. Sophie frowned, her soft voice laced with the grogginess of just waking up. "Who are you?"

"And who are you?" a gentle woman’s voice came through.

"I’m Sophie Sullivan." Sophie blurted out her name subconsciously.

There was another moment of silence before the voice said, "Miss Sullivan, please put Thomas Shannon on the telephone."

So it was Thomas Shannon’s mobile phone.

In her sleepy state, Sophie put the mobile phone down and called out, annoyed, "Thomas Shannon, telephone for you."

Thomas Shannon, who was washing up in the restroom, heard her voice, put down his towel, and came out.

Seeing Sophie still drowsy, her eyes unwilling to open, the corner of his mouth hooked upwards as he bent down to pick up the phone. "Who telephoned?"

"I don’t know..." Sophie mumbled in a daze, then turned over and went back to sleep.

Thomas Shannon glanced at the caller ID and furrowed his brow. "Mother, you wished to speak with me?"

With that, Thomas Shannon turned and walked to the balcony.

Vaguely, Sophie heard Thomas Shannon say "Mother." Was it his mother who was calling?

The question flashed through her mind, and Sophie once again sank into a deep sleep.

On the balcony, Thomas Shannon’s face darkened, his bright brow furrowed as he gazed at the vast, distant sky.

The telephone call lasted for over 20 minutes. After hanging up the telephone, Thomas Shannon returned to the bedroom.

Seeing Sophie still asleep, he came to the bedside and lifted the silk quilt.

Underneath the silk quilt, Sophie’s sleep gown was disheveled, revealing quite a bit of her allure.

Sophie sensed something was amiss. Struggling to open her eyes, she saw the stern-faced man at her bedside and kicked him with her delicate foot. "Thomas Shannon, stop fooling around."

Thomas Shannon caught her foot in one hand. Her foot was so small he could completely encircle it with one hand.

His slightly rough fingertips brushed against the sensitive sole of her foot a few times.