Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1289 - 1291: What Do You Want Me to Say So You Won’t Be Angry?

Mrs. Shannon picked up Harry, walked over, and sighed, "Miss Sullivan, our Thomas Shannon has been spoiled, don’t take him too seriously.""Mother, she hasn’t been spoiled any less."

Thomas Shannon seized the chance to grumble about Sophie Sullivan.

No malice intended, just trying to show that she and he were alike, both are pampered children.

Who knew, that when Sophie heard it in her fury, it took on a different meaning.

"Thomas Shannon, let’s duel!"

Sophie grabbed his shirt collar, glaring at him fiercely.

Thomas Shannon coughed lightly, awkwardly glancing at Mrs. Shannon who was stroking Harry, "Mother, might you step aside?"

"Why, afraid I’ll see you get beaten and lose face?"

"Not at all." Thomas Shannon replied earnestly, "Rather, there are some things I’d like to discuss privately with Fennie."

Given the situation, it was indeed inappropriate for Mrs. Shannon to be present.

Matters between a couple are best solved by the couple themselves; it’s not her place to intervene.

"Then you promise me to speak nicely, not impulsive, and certainly not harm Miss Sullivan." Mrs. Shannon sternly warned while scratching Harry’s chin.

Thomas Shannon looked aggrieved, "Mother, she’s already doing well not bullying me; do I look like I dare to bully her?"

Mrs. Shannon scrutinized him from top to bottom, yes!

Look at him now, speaking with conviction yet all pitiful—has he forgotten about the Military Base incident?

Seeing Mrs. Shannon’s disbelief, Thomas Shannon solemnly assured, "Mother, rest assured, I will never harm her, nor be impulsive. Is that okay? Can you feel at ease now?"

"..."

"Mrs. Shannon, don’t say I didn’t warn you, Mr. Shannon has already been upstairs for a while, if you don’t go up, he..."

Mrs. Shannon rolled her eyes at him, "Fine, I believe you."

After speaking, Mrs. Shannon turned and walked away holding Harry.

Walking a few steps, she turned back with concern, "Miss Sullivan, if this kid bullies you, feel free to tell me, I’ll stick up for you."

Sophie felt too awkward to respond, sensing Mrs. Shannon’s goodwill.

But regarding Raina Bell’s affair, she wouldn’t let it pass so easily.

This destined them to be on opposing sides.

No sooner did Mrs. Shannon leave than Thomas Shannon hugged Sophie, mischievously whispering in her ear, "Weren’t you just saying you wanted to duel with me? Let’s duel on the bed, shall we?"

Hearing his rascal words, Sophie’s small face turned bright red with anger.

No wonder Mrs. Shannon had to leave first, no wonder he said he had something to tell her privately—such shameless, embarrassing talk must indeed be spoken alone!

Sophie lifted her foot and kicked hard at his calf, catching Thomas Shannon off guard, taking the kick full force.

The kick was not light, causing him to groan in pain, his facial color changing slightly.

"Thomas Shannon, try playing the rascal again!" Sophie glared coldly at him, her face icy as frost.

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips tightly pressed together, arms wrapping around her soft waist, he buried his head in her neck without saying anything, just quietly holding her.

Like a large Husky, shamelessly clinging to her, refusing to budge no matter how she pushed.

"Thomas Shannon, enough, let go."

"..."

"Thomas Shannon, don’t think I have no way to deal with you like this!"

"..."

"Speak!"

"What do you want to hear me say? What should I say so you won’t be angry?"