Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 874 - 876: No Matter How Good Others Are, Can They Compare to Me?
As long as she is willing to wait, he will wait with her for however long it takes.
Hanging up the phone, Lucifer propped his forehead with one hand, his deep blue eyes flashing with a determined glimmer.
The entire morning, Lucifer discussed his condition with the doctor, who showed him the latest researched surgical plan.
The doctor explained the pros and cons, and although it was a risk, the surgery had a seventy percent success rate.
Once the surgery succeeded, it would completely resolve his illness.
This is why the doctor insisted on having a face-to-face discussion with him; the surgery is an adventure, one for the brave.
Of course, if they chose a conservative surgical plan, even with a heart transplant, his symptoms would still bother him.
Lucifer’s slender fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, and after a moment of contemplation, a smile curved his scarlet thin lips, "Alright."
"Your Highness Lucifer, you’ve agreed?"
The doctor asked excitedly, and after seeing Lucifer nod, he restrained his excitement and cautiously asked, "What about Duke Charles and the Duchess, what should we do with them?"
They have always leaned towards a conservative surgical plan because they didn’t want to take any surgical risks.
Even a bit of risk could carry the possibility of losing their precious son.
"Don’t worry, I will persuade them."
Given this, the doctor began preparing for the surgery with confidence.
Leaving the Royal Hospital, Lucifer remained in a pleasant mood throughout, propping his forehead with one hand, laughing softly.
"Your Highness, from now on you will always be able to be with Miss Cecilia," Leo commented with a smile as he looked at the rearview mirror.
Lucifer nodded, to hell with Thomas Shannon, to hell with the fiancé, they could all exit the stage.
Cecilia was his!
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Sophie had just hung up the phone when she was forcefully pulled into someone’s embrace, and a head was immediately buried in the crook of her neck.
Thomas Shannon liked to hold her this way and even more so preferred the faint scent on her body.
"Thomas Shannon, stop messing around."
The man buried in her neck spoke in a low, deep voice, "Looks like Fennie isn’t tired yet; you still have the strength to make phone calls."
Upon hearing this, Sophie almost wanted to blow her top on the spot!
What did he mean by not being tired?
"Thomas Shannon, stop messing around."
Thomas Shannon chuckled deeply, lifting his head, his profound eyes flickering with fine starlight. He raised his hand, rubbing her head, "What are you worried about?"
"What do you think?" She shot him a look, letting him figure it out himself.
Thomas Shannon turned her head towards him with one hand and planted a kiss on her soft cheek, "Alright, I won’t tease you. You’re really too easily startled."
"Then next time, I’ll scare you and see if you can handle it."
"Like how?"
"Like going and finding a little boyfriend or something."
"You dare!"
"With just a beckoning finger, I could, so why wouldn’t I dare?"
Sophie’s arrogant tone really made Thomas Shannon so angry he could spit blood!
With just a beckoning finger, she could have whoever; he couldn’t imagine how willful and domineering she would be if she regained her appearance.
Wouldn’t she attract swarms of admirers, rushing towards her one after another?
"No matter how good others are, can they compare to me?"
Can others compare to everything he has given her?
Sophie burst into laughter, unflatteringly squeezing his elegantly curved chin, and said in exasperation, "Thomas Shannon, you are a bit too confident about yourself."
Confident?
No, Thomas Shannon was certain.
"Fennie, it seems I’ve been indulging you too much."
