Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 710 - 713: Don’t touch me!

Gaby lifted its head and let out an elongated, excited howl. Then, it affectionately rubbed its large head against Lucifer’s face repeatedly.

...

That night, Sophie Sullivan dozed off in a daze.

Thanks to the painkillers, the pain had eased considerably, and she slept soundly.

「The next day」

George Stanford came to see her.

He casually pulled up a chair by the bedside and asked with a smile, "Fiona, how are you feeling?"

"My face hurts."

"That’s to be expected. This is the recovery period; pain is inevitable. This recovery period will be longer than your last one. I used some special medicine on you. We’ll see how it goes."

Sophie Sullivan placed utmost trust in Old Mr. Stanford. She entrusted her face to him, allowing him to proceed according to his own ideas.

Whether it was the surgical plan or the special medicine, she wouldn’t object.

She wasn’t concerned about the process, as long as the final result achieved her desired outcome.

Noticing her listless expression, George Stanford cleared his throat slightly. "This week, you can only eat light food. Remember, you absolutely must stick to your dietary restrictions."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a chubby and round cat dashed into the room.

Harry hopped onto the end of the bed in three quick jumps, its small claws landing on the thin quilt. It lifted its little head high and meowed, "MEOW~"

If Harry was here, that meant...

Sophie Sullivan’s suspicion was immediately confirmed. Thomas Shannon pushed open the semi-closed door and stepped in.

The moment this man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, entered the room, his imposing stature seemed to make the space instantly cramped and narrow. An invisible yet formidable aura surrounded him. His handsome face held a meticulously stern expression, and his cold eyes fixed on Sophie Sullivan.

George Stanford immediately rose to his feet. "Young Master Shannon, you’re here to see Fiona? You two chat. I’ll head out first."

"Old Mr. Stanford, you..." Sly!

Before Sophie Sullivan could finish, George Stanford slipped out of the room like the wind, pulling the door shut behind him.

BANG.

The room door closed.

In the spacious room, only Harry’s meows echoed.

Thomas Shannon walked over and sat down in the chair by the bed. His burning gaze landed on her face. "How are you feeling?"

"Thomas Shannon, what tricks are you playing now?"

Sophie Sullivan was on full alert. She didn’t believe Thomas Shannon would be so kind-hearted as to show concern for her at this moment. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Fennie, don’t always assume the worst."

"A gentleman?"

Sophie Sullivan scoffed. "That’s the most ridiculous joke I’ve ever heard."

He’s nothing like a gentleman; ’tyrant’ is his true moniker.

Thomas Shannon reached out his long arm and took her slightly cold hand. Sophie Sullivan instinctively snatched her hand back, shaking it in revulsion. "Don’t touch me."

Go touch your Raina Bell! Stop being an eyesore here!

Thomas Shannon’s narrow eyes narrowed dangerously. He glanced at his empty hand, then a cold, heart-chilling smile touched his lips. "Considering your special situation right now, I won’t hold it against you. But Fennie, if you provoke me next time, it won’t be this easy."

"So, I should be eternally grateful to Young Master Shannon now?"

Sophie Sullivan gestured towards the doorway with her hand. "The door’s there. I won’t see you out."

Thomas Shannon let out a sneer. He stood up and said in a deep voice to the cold and sarcastic Sophie Sullivan, "You get some good rest. I’ll come see you tonight."

"Not needed."

Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened. He gave her one last deep look, then averted his gaze, turned, and strode away.