Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 707 - 710: You said she’s thinking about someone else in her heart?

"How has the maniac been feeling these past few days?"

"She’s been doing great. Eating well, sleeping soundly."

Thomas Shannon scoffed. How could she not be doing well? Away from him, she was all smiles every day. He had never seen her frown once! When she was with him, she was all pride and stubbornness, like a stubborn donkey. But away from him, she became easygoing. Even a servant bringing her shoes would receive a thank you from her. It was only with him that she would put up all her thorns, only satisfied when she had pricked him full of holes.

When George Stanford finished speaking, he noticed Thomas Shannon’s expression had grown even more somber. He quickly changed his tune, "Actually, she’s not doing that well... Fiona seems troubled every day, and I don’t know what’s on her mind."

"Are you saying she’s thinking of someone else?" Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened, his gaze like an icy blade shooting toward him.

George Stanford choked, almost on his own saliva. He waved his hands frantically. "Not someone else! She’s thinking of you, Young Master Shannon!"

Thomas Shannon looked suspicious. Thinking of me? He clearly didn’t believe a word of it.

George Stanford scratched his head, paused, then asked, "Young Master Shannon, why did you anger Fiona so much that she had to move into the medical office?"

"She was angry with me. She insisted on going there herself." Thomas Shannon emphasized that Sophie Sullivan was angry with *him*.

George Stanford shook his head and sighed. "Young Master Shannon, that’s no way to handle a relationship."

"Have you ever been in one?"

Young Master Shannon’s words hit the nail right on the head.

George Stanford was rendered speechless. He fell into an awkward silence as a suffocating stillness descended.

Thomas Shannon sighed almost inaudibly. George Stanford then dared to speak again, "Young Master Shannon, do you like our Fiona?"

As his curiosity got the better of him, George Stanford forgot his manners. He placed both hands on the desk, his eyes burning with a fervent desire for gossip.

"Our home?" Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice like ice.

"COUGH, COUGH. Your home, Young Master Shannon! Fiona is yours, HA HA, she belongs to your family." George Stanford practically slapped his own mouth as he immediately corrected himself.

Thomas Shannon snorted coldly. That’s more like it!

"Young Master Shannon, tell me, do you like Fiona?"

Thomas Shannon took a deep drag from his cigarette, then gave George Stanford a look one might reserve for the mentally handicapped. Is it that hard to guess? Can’t he see something so obvious? Are his eyes just for decoration?

So, you do like her... George Stanford nodded to himself. "Young Master Shannon, let me give you some advice. If you like Fiona, you can’t always oppose her. You need to humor her."

"You know her well?" Thomas Shannon’s expression turned exceedingly grim. This Old Mr. Standford keeps calling her Fiona, Fiona, and with such affection. Since when did he and Sophie Sullivan become so close? It’s really an eyesore.

Negative emotions churned within Thomas Shannon. The more he looked at George Stanford, the more displeasing he found him. He waved his hand. "That’s all. You may leave."

George Stanford, his curiosity not yet satisfied, smiled and reluctantly said, "Alright, I’ll head back then."

「......」

On the day of the surgery, Sophie Sullivan’s mood was incredibly calm.

She had been looking forward to the second surgery for a long time, yet there wasn’t a trace of nervousness in her heart.

Lying on the operating table, the anesthesia gradually took effect. She slowly closed her eyes, losing all consciousness.

Outside the operating room, a cold and elegant man stood in the corridor. He had canceled a meeting specifically to come and wait.