Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 482 - 484: This little thing is really ruthless!
Thomas Shannon raised one hand and touched his neck. Luckily, he had stopped her in time; otherwise, if she had bitten down harder, he would have bled.
"Such a ruthless little thing!" Thomas Shannon’s tone was slightly cold as he snorted.
Sophie Sullivan pursed her lips, looking rather defiant. "Who asked you to act like a rascal?"
When he acted like a rascal towards her, why didn’t he consider she might be ruthless? It’s too late for him to blame her now. Anyway, she’d had her fill of biting him; he could say whatever he wanted.
Thomas Shannon released his hand, and Sophie immediately raised hers to rub her numb and aching cheek.
"Rascal?" Thomas Shannon sneered. If he really wanted to be a rascal, would he need to use his mouth? Wouldn’t it be better to just act directly?
Sophie couldn’t be bothered to argue with him. She folded her arms across her chest, her expression cold as she asked, "Are we crossing the desert or not?"
"What do you think?"
"Then, could Young Master Shannon please get out of the car so I can change my clothes properly?"
Her defiant little appearance truly made him want to pull her into his arms and possess her fiercely.
Thomas Shannon stretched out his long arm, cupped the back of her head, and drew her towards him.
Caught off guard, Sophie was kissed by him. The man’s hot lips and tongue swiftly launched an offensive, beginning to forcefully conquer her territory.
"Unh..." Sophie was completely passive.
She pressed both hands against his chest, struggling and pushing.
However, she ultimately lost to him, unable to budge him an inch.
The disparity in strength between men and women was starkly evident at this moment.
Thomas Shannon kissed her deeply and wantonly. Sophie’s tongue grew numb, and she could hardly breathe. Only then did he reluctantly let her go.
"You have five minutes to change your clothes." A wicked smile played on the man’s thin lips as his fingertip firmly caressed her lips, which were flushed red and slightly swollen from his kisses.
His dark eyes studied her intently for a few seconds before he finally released her and got out of the car.
His actions were fluid and seamless. Sophie, neck stiffened and just about to retort, suddenly lost her target.
Ha Ha, he provokes me and then runs off. He sure is quick to flee!
Sophie took off the skirt she was wearing and changed into clothes and trousers more suitable for crossing the desert. After putting on a pair of light shoes, she got out of the car.
As soon as she got out, she saw Thomas Shannon standing among a group of people dressed in black.
Against the backdrop of yellow sand, under the scorching sun, he wore black sunglasses and still looked as handsome as a god. His tall, slender figure was a natural clothes hanger; even the simplest clothes looked stylish and distinctive on him. That superb physique of his could rival the world’s top supermodels.
Only she knew how magnificent his body was, enough to drive countless women mad for him.
Thomas Shannon raised his hand, took a deep drag from his cigarette, and gestured to Sophie, who was standing by the car door. "Come here."
Sophie held her sun-shield hat and walked towards him.
With the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, Thomas Shannon casually took the sun-shield hat from her hand as she was about to put it on. Sophie felt the sun-shield hat lighten in her hand as it was placed on her head. Thomas Shannon lowered his head, adjusted its position slightly, and then the corners of his lips curved up. "There."
Wisps of smoke curled up from the cigarette held at the corner of his mouth. He was like an elegant yet roguish young nobleman, wantonly provocative.
"Thomas Shannon." Sophie murmured his name. They hadn’t even begun to cross the desert, yet her mouth was already dry.
This was all the fault of the man in front of her.
