Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 96: Thomas Shannon, You Are Mine

Thomas Shannon’s handsome face darkened, and his cold eyes emitted a gloomy glow.

Unfazed, Sophie Sullivan pinched a grape and elegantly bit it. "Didn’t you ask me to come down all dressed up just so you could vent your anger?"

"Miss Shaw fell. Am I to blame?"

"If you’re distressed about her, then go find her. I think Miss Shaw looks soft and gentle. Her delicate and seemingly weak demeanor must be a good match for you."

Veins throbbed at Thomas Shannon’s temples, his thin lips pressed into a tight line, and a layer of frosty gloom covered his handsome face. "Shut up!"

「Hospital.」

Amelia Shaw sat alone on a corridor bench.

She watched Edward Benson hang up the phone and walk toward her. From his expression, she could already guess Thomas Shannon’s attitude.

She smiled bitterly and comforted herself, It’s okay... I can wait. I can wait until Thomas realizes his true feelings.

"You..." Edward Benson suddenly didn’t know what to say. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Amelia Shaw forced a smile and comforted him in return, "It’s okay. I’ll find a hotel to stay at first. It’s been very troublesome for you, having to run around for me these past few days."

Edward Benson gave a hollow chuckle. "Shall I take you to the hotel now?"

"Yes."

Two days had passed. Forty-eight hours...

What has he been doing? Has he thought of her?

Amelia Shaw, wearing a sleep gown with her long hair lazily draped over her chest, poured herself a glass of red wine.

Staring at the swaying crimson liquid in the glass with a hazy gaze, she suddenly recalled the past.

She still remembered that Thomas liked to drink, but only in moderation.

For his sake, she had once specifically learned about wine tasting, trying different varieties, vintages, and brewing techniques of red wine every day.

It was just that... she had let it lapse later.

Now that she likes red wine again, is it just like how she started liking him again?

The wine glass lightly touched her rosy lips, and the wine slid into her mouth.

Amelia Shaw closed her eyes slightly, some of her melancholy dissipating. The corner of her mouth hooked up. "Thomas, you are mine."

「Shannons’ Manor.」

Sophie Sullivan stayed in her bedroom in the courtyard. She hugged her knees tightly, unable to understand...

She wasn’t crazy; she knew clearly that she wasn’t crazy! But why did Thomas Shannon insist that she was going mad?

At first, she had scoffed, thinking Thomas Shannon was just tormenting her. But after seeing the surveillance footage, she began to believe him.

She indeed seemed to be acting abnormally. But she had no recollection of those abnormal moments at all. What on earth was going on?

Sophie Sullivan painfully tugged at her hair. Could it really be because of some unknown drug injected by that woman in the white lab coat at the asylum?

She quickly dismissed this idea herself. Impossible!

She had been in the asylum for such a long time. If she had really gone mad, the small, cramped ward where she was detained wouldn’t have remained intact.

Taking a step back, even if she had truly gone mad, no one would have painstakingly restored everything to its original state so quickly after she regained consciousness.

What is going on?

"What on earth is going on?" Sophie Sullivan collapsed onto the bed in anguish, her body curled into a small ball.

She repeatedly clutched her hair, thrashing on the bed.

Inside the surveillance room.

A man with a powerful aura sat on the sofa, watching the maniac thrashing about like a madman on the surveillance feed. His eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and the chilling glint in his cold eyes made people shiver.