Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 94: Teaching You What Rules Are

Thomas Shannon’s handsome face darkened, and his cold eyes shot out gloomy rays.

Sophie Sullivan unconcernedly picked up a grape and elegantly bit a small piece. "Didn’t you dress me up just to vent your anger?"

"..."

"So it’s my fault Miss Shaw fell?"

"..."

"If you care, go to her then. I think Miss Shaw looks weak and delicate, a perfect match for you."

Thomas Shannon’s temple vein throbbed visibly. His thin lips pressed tightly into a line, and a layer of gloomy frost covered his handsome face. "Shut your mouth!"

Fine, I’ll shut up.

Whoever feels guilty, he’s the one who yells the loudest.

SLAP.

A bunch of grapes was thrown into the trash bin. Sophie stood up and carelessly bowed. "Young Master, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to the courtyard."

After saying that, Sophie turned around and left.

Her carefree back figure seemed to sway her sleeves without taking a single cloud as she walked away.

However... it took away all of Young Master Shannon’s anger!

"Stop!"

Sophie pretended not to hear and continued walking without stopping.

A cushion was thrown in an arc across the sky.

BANG!

It hit Sophie right on the head.

She staggered forward two steps before managing to steady herself. Turning around, her beautiful eyes shot daggers at Thomas Shannon.

How dare he play dirty tricks like this!

Thomas Shannon frowned tightly, feeling extremely annoyed. This maniac was becoming more and more uncontrollable.

If this temper continues, she’ll eventually ride roughshod over him!

"Get back here."

"Who are you calling?"

Thomas Shannon casually grabbed a cushion, pretending to throw it again. Sensing the threat, Sophie obediently walked back.

Sitting down on the sofa opposite Thomas Shannon, Sophie showed no emotion.

Her face displayed an ’I’m very unhappy; you better not provoke me’ expression.

She was locked in the bedroom, and only when he needed to use her would he remember to let her out.

Did he really think she, Sophie Sullivan, was so disposable?

"Are you still acting crazy?" Thomas Shannon stared at her with his dark deep eyes.

His dark deep eyes seemed like a breakless ocean—mysterious and bottomless. People could easily lose themselves in his gaze.

His true emotions were hidden from view.

Sophie looked confused, feeling like he was attacking her personally. She furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"

"Just as it sounds."

Sophie couldn’t understand, so she simply ignored him and leaned back on the sofa, closing her eyes to rest.

Her self-satisfied appearance annoyed the already irritable Young Master Shannon.

With a cold snort, Thomas Shannon stood up, walked over to her in a few strides, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up from the sofa.

Sophie suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him warily. "What are you trying to do?"

He’s the one who looks like a madman now!

"You!"

The next second, Sophie’s body felt light. After a dizzying whirl, Thomas Shannon carried her over his shoulder.

In a head-down, buttock-upward position.

Sophie’s face flushed red instantly, the blush reaching down to her neck. She hastily reached out to secure her skirt and prevent any exposure.

"What are you doing? Put me down now!"

Thomas Shannon coldly snorted, lifted his hand, and slapped her plump and elastic booty. "To teach you what rules are."

Thomas Shannon’s throat tightened, and he suddenly felt parched and restless.

Damn it!

Maybe it’s been too long since he touched her, so much that he was actually starving to this extent!

The man quickened his pace, kicked open the bedroom door, and threw her onto the bed | on.