Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 779 - 781: Does the wound still hurt?

Sophie Sullivan couldn’t help but chuckle, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Gaby sensed his master’s distraction and growled discontentedly. He shook his head, tossing the cushion he had in his mouth aside.

He jumped onto the sofa, his tiger eyes staring at Thomas Shannon, showing a somewhat confrontational attitude.

Thomas Shannon clenched his fists. If Gaby weren’t Sophie Sullivan’s pet, he’d have shot him long ago, skinned him, and made his hide into a cloak!

Sophie raised her slender arm and embraced Gaby’s neck, one hand stroking his fur. "Alright Gaby, stop making a fuss."

Thomas Shannon stared intensely at her hand. Truly outrageous! She was more patient coaxing a pet than she was with him. Honestly... comparing him to a tiger, it was infuriating!

After such a scene, Sophie was distracted and completely forgot about the itch on her face.

Finally, after Gaby was appeased, Sophie stood up and heard her stomach rumble. She looked embarrassedly at Thomas Shannon. "...I... I’m hungry."

Thomas Shannon slowly exhaled. The anger in his heart dissipated when he saw her pitiful expression and heard her soft, sweet voice say she was hungry. Forget it. He was a tough man; what was the point of bickering so much with a delicate woman like her? He was just making himself unhappy.

Thomas Shannon lifted the silk quilt, got out of bed, and came to her side. He glared at Gaby and possessively wrapped one hand around her slender waist.

He gently pulled her body into his embrace and lowered his head. "Shall we go downstairs for a midnight snack?"

"Sure."

Sophie nodded happily; that was exactly what she had in mind. Eating alone was boring; eating together would surely whet their appetites.

To her surprise, Thomas Shannon had taken the initiative. Sophie cheerfully broke free from his hand, moved behind him, and jumped onto his back.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and her straight, slender legs clamped his slim waist.

Her chin rested affectionately on his shoulder as Sophie tilted her head to look at the gauze on his forehead. "Does the wound still hurt?"

Thomas Shannon supported her perky buttocks with both hands, hitched her up slightly, and strode towards the door. Sophie lay on his broad back; his steps were steady and unhurried, and she felt no jolts, making it exceptionally comfortable. Her concern was like a warm current flowing into his heart.

A pleased smile touched the corners of Thomas Shannon’s lips. "It still hurts a bit, but it’s not a big deal."

"You knew the car had been tampered with. Why did you still do it? Weren’t you afraid that even if you got into a car accident trying to calm me down, I still wouldn’t forgive you?"

Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, turning his head slightly to look at her. "You left angry. My first thought was to calm you down; I didn’t have time to consider anything else. Even if you wouldn’t forgive me, I still had to help you let off some steam."

Those words... they held not a trace of arrogance. It was as if... he were the one humbled to the dust.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on why, but Sophie felt a tickle in her heart. She gave a deliberately proud little ’hmph’ and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

In a while, soft, low laughter emerged from the crook of his neck.

This laughter was crisp and pleasant, carrying a hint of shy, endearing innocence—a laughter she tried to stifle, yet couldn’t entirely hide.

Thomas Shannon stopped walking. His deep, magnetic voice held a playful tone as he asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at you for being silly."

"If my silliness makes you happy, then I’m content."