Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 873 - 875: God Really Doesn’t Want to Take Me!

The riverwind blew in gusts, and Fluffy Zane’s crying gradually became hoarse.

She cried until she was tired and fell into Jim Jones’s embrace.

Jim Jones held her, his eyes complex with emotion as he glanced around for a moment, unable to find William Guillen.

The reason he was notified that Fluffy Zane was at the riverbank was probably because he was there too, right?

Since he was there, why didn’t he come out himself but let him come instead?

Jim Jones discovered that William Guillen’s thoughts might be deeper concealed than anyone else’s.

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Country F.

A new day arrived, and Lucifer leisurely buttoned his shirt cufflinks, preparing to leave for the Onassis Old Castle.

In these days, he had understood the imposter’s nature, merely imitating Cecilia Branford.

Yet it gave off a sense of futile imitation.

If it weren’t for that face being made to resemble Cecilia Branford, if it weren’t for the inability to show flaws now, Lucifer really wanted to give her a good beating!

Having Cecilia Branford’s face was only tarnishing her image.

Leo opened the car door, and Lucifer bent down, ready to get in the car when the butler ran out quickly, face filled with excitement, "Your Highness, good news Your Highness!"

Lucifer’s action of getting into the car paused, his brow furrowing; what kind of good news could make the butler so out of composure?

Standing upright, a curve lifted at the corner of Lucifer’s mouth as he asked with interest, "What’s the good news?"

"They found a matching heart source for you!"

In an instant, Lucifer’s handsome face, after a few seconds of brief stupor, revealed a wicked smile, "Are you sure?"

The butler, eyes brimming with tears of joy, replied, "Absolutely sure, Your Highness, the doctor says he wants to discuss it with you in person."

The heart source was found.

Lucifer lowered his head, mock-clenched his hand into a fist and pressed it to the tip of his nose, beginning to laugh deeply and heavily.

The laughter grew louder and louder, and finally, he raised his head, looking at the blinding sunshine in the sky, "God truly doesn’t want to take me!"

Leo also laughed, happy for him, "Your Highness, shall we go find the doctor now?"

Lucifer nodded in agreement, got into the car, and took out his mobile phone to call Sophie Sullivan.

At this moment worth celebrating, he just wanted to hear her voice. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Lucifer?"

Sophie Sullivan’s voice was somewhat listless, weak, accompanied by a bit of hoarseness.

Lucifer’s expression turned somber; could she be ill?

With a concerned voice, he gently asked, "Cecilia Branford, what’s wrong with your voice? Are you sick?"

Sophie Sullivan raised her hand, massaging her forehead; she was not sick, clearly, she was being tormented fiercely by Thomas Shannon!

But she couldn’t tell Lucifer this.

Because it was too embarrassing to mention.

"It’s nothing, just a bit of sore throat. What’s up, Lucifer?" she was indeed very tired, and with the time difference, it was still deep at night.

Her eyelids were fighting against sleep; if it wasn’t Lucifer calling, Sophie Sullivan wouldn’t have answered the phone.

"Nothing much, just wanted to ask how you’ve been recently."

"Not bad, doing quite well."

"What does Angus say about your situation?" Lucifer was more concerned about her memory recovery.

Knowing that her facial recovery was going well, and that the third reparative surgery could be done in at most half a month, Lucifer was truly happy for her.

Miss Cecilia Branford, the pride of Country F, was finally going to regain her First Beauty’s appearance.

What a joyous and celebratory matter!

"Angus says the situation is a bit tricky, but I believe in him. Besides, memory recovery isn’t something that happens overnight; I have the patience to wait."

Hearing her say that, Lucifer felt relieved.