Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 752 - 755: Fennie can be moody, but she cannot run away from home.

Did he send Minimus Hart and Raina Bell to her just so she could vent her anger?

Sophie found this explanation somewhat far-fetched.

If it was just to let her vent, why didn’t he say so from the beginning? Why wait until now?

"Thomas Shannon, let go."

"No."

Thomas Shannon hugged her tightly and whispered weakly into her ear, "Mother said that Fennie can be moody, but she can’t run away from home."

Sophie felt suffocated, as if she might cough up blood.

How dare Thomas Shannon mimic her!

"That’s my mother, not yours!"

"She is our mother." Thomas Shannon’s cool, thin lips pressed a flurry of tender kisses onto her delicate, swan-like white neck.

His hot breath also fanned across her neck.

Sophie felt a tickle from his kisses and shrank her neck back. "Thomas Shannon, you have no shame!"

"If Fennie has run away, what’s the point of me having this face?"

He might as well not have it.

Just the thought of her in Country F with Lucifer, spending all their time together, perhaps even exchanging that damned cheek-to-cheek greeting and all that hugging... A nameless fire surged in his heart.

She had to stay by his side. Lucifer taking her away? He could dream on!

She belonged to him—body and soul.

Alive, she was his person; dead, she would be his ghost.

No one could even think of taking her away!

Sophie was so annoyed by him she almost laughed. She gave him an exasperated push. "Young Master Shannon, you really don’t want your face anymore?"

As soon as she spoke, the man’s tall body swayed and then collapsed.

BOOM!

A muffled sound.

Sophie turned her head. Thomas Shannon had already fallen to the ground. His face was pale, his eyelids half-closed; he looked extremely weak.

"You..."

Thomas Shannon, lying on the ground, struggled to lift his arm. His thin lips barely parted as he murmured, "Don’t go..."

Sophie stared at him suspiciously. She slowly squatted down, her eyes narrowing. "It’s not impossible for me to stay..."

Her hand suddenly shot out to his head, her slender fingers quickly unwrapping the gauze.

Was he really pretending? One look would tell!

Thomas Shannon closed his eyes, a barely perceptible smile touching his lips. He’d known she wouldn’t be easily convinced.

After unwinding the bloodstained gauze, Sophie saw the wound on his head. After only a glance, she immediately rewrapped the gauze.

She let out a muffled grunt, a strange, indescribable emotion stirring in her heart. "Alright, I won’t leave."

Thomas Shannon slowly opened his deep eyes, a hint of amusement twinkling within them. "Really?"

"Just kidding."

"..."

Unable to rebandage it properly herself, Sophie called for the doctor. He rushed in anxiously and was startled by the sight.

"Young Master, why did you get out of bed? Your injury isn’t minor! If anything were to go wrong, how could we explain it to Mr. and Mrs.?"

The doctor tended to the wound, muttering worriedly.

Thomas Shannon shot the doctor a look, signaling him to tone it down. Any more of this, and the act would be overdone.

The doctor immediately fell silent. He quickly rebandaged Thomas Shannon’s head, grabbed his medical box, and hurried away.

Sophie sat by the bedside, sipping her water. Thomas Shannon leaned against the head of the bed. He waited and waited, but Sophie didn’t seem to take the hint.

He coughed lightly. "I’m thirsty."

"Get it yourself." Sophie’s reply was concise. She tilted her head back and finished the last drop of water in her cup.

Not a single drop remained.