Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 462 - 464: It’s Me Who Crossed the Line

William Guillen casually withdrew his gaze. "I understand that my presence makes you unhappy, so you want to go out for some fresh air."

Fluffy Zane took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions. "I promised Sister Fiona I’d take care of you, so you’re coming back with me now."

"I was planning to go home."

"I meant back to *my* house!"

William Guillen chuckled softly, looking up at her, still simmering with anger. He teased, "Don’t be angry. Girls get wrinkles when they’re angry."

"Just shut up!" Fluffy Zane slammed the door shut and turned to leave.

She got into her car. The red Ferrari honked twice before heading towards the villa.

The driver hesitated. "Young Master Guillen, where are you headed?"

"Didn’t you hear what Fluffy said?" William Guillen drawled. "We’re going to Fluffy’s house."

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Thomas Shannon truly kept his word.

He called George Stanford, who was overseas for an academic exchange, to ask if Sophie Sullivan’s face could be exposed to ultraviolet rays.

After receiving an affirmative answer from George Stanford, he hung up the phone, satisfied.

He had Charlie River arrange their trip immediately.

"MEOW."

Harry bounded in from outside, a few petals clinging to his fur. With a pounce, he leaped onto Thomas Shannon’s legs.

He rubbed his fluffy head against Thomas, seeking praise and affection.

Thomas Shannon frowned with disdain, plucking the petals from Harry’s head. "Were you out destroying my flowers in the flower garden again?"

Harry put on an innocent face, his meow a few decibels softer. "MEOW."

Lifted into mid-air, Harry dangled, his paws flailing for a moment before he relented.

Thomas Shannon grabbed his tail with one hand, using it to tickle Harry’s face. "If you keep being mischievous, I’ll cut your cat food rations. Got it?"

Harry whimpered twice and lay still.

Thomas Shannon chuckled, then scooped Harry into his arms and stroked his fur. Harry closed his eyes contentedly, napping peacefully in his master’s embrace.

Carrying Harry upstairs, Thomas Shannon returned to the bedroom. He saw Sophie Sullivan lying on the chaise lounge on the balcony.

Her hand was over her eyes; he couldn’t tell if she was asleep.

He tiptoed to her side and sat down on the chaise lounge. "Maniac," he murmured, his deep, magnetic voice soft.

Sophie Sullivan responded faintly, "Hmm?"

"Pack your luggage. We’ll leave this afternoon."

"...Where are we going?" Still somewhat dazed, Sophie Sullivan removed her hand from her eyes and asked blankly.

Thomas Shannon lowered his head, stroking Harry’s furry chin with one hand, his profile sharp and handsome. "I’m taking you out to clear your head."

"Oh." Sophie Sullivan replied perfunctorily, then got up and went to the cloakroom to pack.

That afternoon, Charlie River had already arranged the itinerary; their first stop was Morocco.

Thomas Shannon walked downstairs with his arm around Sophie Sullivan, who didn’t seem to be in good spirits. Minimus Hart had caught wind that morning that Thomas Shannon was taking Sophie Sullivan out to clear her head.

To say she wasn’t jealous would be a lie; the last thing she wanted was to see Sophie Sullivan being favored.

Thomas Shannon walked ahead with Sophie Sullivan, while Charlie River and the man in black followed, pulling suitcases.

Minimus Hart stepped forward. "Young Master, where are you going?"

Thomas Shannon paused. Sophie Sullivan’s gaze also shifted to Minimus Hart. A barely perceptible, mocking smile touched Sophie Sullivan’s lips before she looked away, as if another glance at Minimus Hart would be disgusting.

"That’s not for you to ask," Thomas Shannon said, his voice cold and effortlessly authoritative.

Minimus Hart lowered her head in fright. "I’m sorry, Young Master. I overstepped."

Thomas Shannon looked away and continued walking out with Sophie Sullivan.