Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 578 - 581: The dried small fish is gone this month!

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Chapter 578: Chapter 581: The dried small fish is gone this month!

So, she asked the nurse to leave the clear soup there, as she was going back to fetch the other soup.

As soon as she stepped out of the medical office gate, she bumped right into Thomas Shannon, who was walking towards her.

She pursed the corners of her mouth, casually averted her gaze, and intended to walk around him to leave.

Thomas Shannon’s face was gloomy. His cold eyes, filled with an icy aura, made one shiver involuntarily.

He watched the woman attempt to leave without a glance in his direction, then reached out and grabbed her.

Sophie didn’t even turn her head. "Which beast is pulling me?"

Beast? Thomas Shannon was furious. He turned his head, his deep, cold eyes staring at her intently. "Where’s Harry?"

Only then did Sophie turn her head. She looked him up and down, the corners of her lips twitching slightly, and said coldly, "Isn’t this Young Master Shannon? What brings you here?"

"I’m here to find Harry. Don’t you understand?"

"Harry is inside. Please, help yourself." Sophie raised her hand, which he gripped tightly. "Let go."

Thomas Shannon’s lips hooked into a cold smile, his eyes darkening, sharp as ice shards, piercing straight at her. Feeling the cold breath emanating from him, Sophie instinctively tried to pull away.

The moment her hand struggled, he tightened his grip even more forcefully.

Pain...

Is he trying to crush my wrist?

Sophie bit her lower lip, her eyebrows furrowing from the pain. "Thomas Shannon, let go!"

"HEH." The man sneered coldly, holding her tightly with one hand while pushing her against the wall with the other.

Sophie kept retreating until her back was pressed against the wall, with nowhere else to go. She raised her eyes angrily. "What exactly do you want...?"

The man’s icy face pressed down toward hers.

The next second, her red lips were captured by his scorching thin lips.

Damn Thomas Shannon!

He actually dared to kiss me!

Sophie was furious. She angrily raised her foot and stomped down hard. The man groaned in pain but still refused to release her.

Thomas Shannon seized both her hands with one of his, raising them high above her head and pinning them against the wall. With his other hand, he tilted up her chin, angling her head for a deeper kiss. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"UGH..." Her protests were swallowed by his kiss.

The more she struggled, the fiercer Thomas Shannon’s kiss became.

It was as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her whole.

Gradually, Sophie lost her strength, and her body softened.

Thomas Shannon lowered his eyelids, glancing at her as his assault softened.

He cupped her face in one hand, closed his eyes, and deepened the kiss.

Just as they were lost in the kiss, an annoying sound broke the silence—

"MEOW!"

Furry Harry, having somehow sneaked to their feet, raised a front paw, tapped Thomas Shannon’s leg, and tilted its little head up to look at them.

Thomas Shannon, unmoved, raised his foot and pushed Harry aside.

Harry rolled over twice before charging back, its meow even louder this time: "MEOW!"

Thomas Shannon had no choice but to release Sophie. He looked down, his cold eyes like sharp blades fixed on Harry. "Get lost!"

The beloved pet was stunned by its master’s rebuke.

Harry tilted its head, looking at Thomas Shannon and then at Sophie.

It began to doubt its cat life.

Interrupted by Harry, Sophie suddenly remembered Old Mr. Standford’s soup.

She pushed Thomas Shannon away with all her strength and glared at him fiercely. "Pervert!"

Kissing me at the slightest disagreement! Rascal!

Sophie stormed off angrily.

Thomas Shannon squatted down and beckoned with a long finger. Harry let out a happy yowl and pounced towards its master.

Before it could leap into its master’s embrace, Thomas Shannon grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, lifting it into the air.

Thomas Shannon glanced at Sophie’s retreating figure, then his gaze returned to Harry. A cold smirk touched his lips. "No more dried small fish for you this month!"