Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 842 - 844: Fennie, Don’t Blame Me
Although she was jealous of her fiancé, to be fair, only her fiancé was truly suitable for her.
Moreover, he was the man she had always longed for and truly loved...
Even Lucifer couldn’t deny that.
Sophie Sullivan was surprised by Lucifer’s words: just play with Thomas Shannon and not take it seriously?
If Thomas Shannon heard this, he would probably be so angry that he would spit blood on the spot, wouldn’t he? 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Considering Thomas Shannon’s character, would he allow a woman to just play with him?
Clearly, he wouldn’t.
"Lucifer, I..."
"Cecilia Branford, have you forgotten what I told you before about Stockholm Syndrome?" Lucifer’s voice was slow and measured, hitting the mark, "Perhaps your feelings for Thomas Shannon are not love. What you need to do now is to stay clear-headed, remain rational, and not let yourself fall too deeply. Cecilia, you will have to return sooner or later. Return to reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to you.
Reclaim everything that belongs to her.
This sentence was deeply engraved in Sophie Sullivan’s mind.
She nodded gravely, "I understand, Lucifer."
Hearing Sophie’s obedient words, Lucifer smiled with satisfaction. He could already imagine Thomas Shannon’s reaction to her cold words.
That expression would surely be wonderful.
"Dear, tell me what you’ll do?" Lucifer asked with great interest.
He had already envisioned the scene of Thomas Shannon being so angry he spat blood.
"Handle it coldly, diminish the relationship between us. As you said, I will have to return sooner or later, and before that, I don’t want to become anyone’s possession."
Besides, she also wanted to know whether her feelings for Thomas Shannon were indeed Stockholm Syndrome.
"Cecilia, you’re amazing, this idea is absolutely perfect!"
After chatting with Lucifer for a bit, Sophie Sullivan put down her mobile phone, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
This night, Sophie had a good sleep.
Since returning to the manor from the hospital, Thomas Shannon had indeed been tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Even his pet, Harry, couldn’t coax even a smile from Young Master Shannon with its endearing antics.
It was already deep at night, and Thomas Shannon was still leaning against the head of the bed, playing with his mobile phone in one hand and absentmindedly scratching Harry’s furry chin with the other.
Harry closed his cat eyes in pleasure, letting out a satisfied "meow."
The man’s cold eyes darkened, and his thin lips pressed tightly together, drawing a callous curve.
Fennie, don’t blame me.
......
Since that night, Thomas Shannon seemed to have quieted down.
He never came to trouble her again, and even the men in black were all withdrawn.
Fluffy Zane watched the situation unfold with a hint of worry, "Fennie, did you and Young Master Shannon have another fight?"
Even the bodyguards protecting her were withdrawn, showing just how inflamed Young Master Shannon’s anger was.
Sophie Sullivan seemed completely unbothered, letting Gaby lie down on the Lawn, and holding a comb for combing hair in her hand, she groomed Gaby.
Gaby was as obedient as a big cat, cooperating perfectly.
Comforted by the grooming, he would nuzzle his big head against Sophie.
"Kind of," Sophie replied indifferently, her face betraying no hint of tension or worry.
It seemed that with her relationship with Young Master Shannon reaching this point, she didn’t care.
She hadn’t considered solving the problem, but rather let it continue to develop.
Fluffy Zane found it hard to understand her, no, she had never understood her.
She was like a mystery, a mystery with her veil of secrecy unlifted.
