Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 880 - 882: A Little Baby Belonging to Them

Thomas Shannon lifted his arm, letting her see for herself, "See what your pet has done!"

The man’s arm bore a high-quality shirt with several slashes, exposing much of his arm.

He looked quite disheveled, and was somewhat upset.

Sophie Sullivan laughed, playfully raising her delicate chin, and eyed him sideways, "What about Gaby? Gaby did something wrong?"

She was taking a bath, and he barged in like a rascal.

What’s wrong with Gaby scratching him a couple of times?

Gaby didn’t even bite him to see if Young Master Shannon’s flesh was any tastier—she’s actually giving him face.

And yet he’s not satisfied!

Thomas Shannon had nothing to say in response, bickering with her was pointless when there’s beauty in front, what reason did he have to waste time?

He took off his shirt, Thomas Shannon hooked the corner of his mouth in a devilish smile, "Fennie, Gaby scared me; you have to comfort me well."

Sophie Sullivan pursed her lips, really wanting to scold ’shameless’!

What storm hasn’t Young Master Shannon weathered, would he be scared by Gaby?

Truly shameless!

She’s never seen anyone so brazen!

Thomas Shannon shattered her conception of shamelessness.

"Thomas Shannon, I’m warning you, don’t come over!"

"I’m sweaty, and I need a bath," Thomas Shannon shamelessly unbuckled his belt, the metal buckle clicking.

"Ah... you rascal!"

Having seen something she shouldn’t have, Sophie Sullivan quickly turned her head.

"Old couple, still shy?"

"Thomas Shannon, you beast!"

Insatiable beast, does he never get tired?

Isn’t he worried~********* Thomas Shannon was determined, making an all-out effort to get her pregnant.

Hoping in ten months, they could have a little baby of their own.

Whether the baby looks like him or her, he would hold it dearly in his palm.

Because it would be a child she gave him.

Inside the bath chamber, spring~tide surged, spring~light filled the space.

Over an hour later, Sophie Sullivan was carried out of the bath chamber by Thomas Shannon, lying on the bed like a puddle of water.

Thomas Shannon’s male-scented body lay next to her, just as he was lying down, Sophie Sullivan couldn’t wait to stretch her head and bite down hard on his shoulder.

The man grunted, then, his firm chest trembled, releasing a low, deep laugh.

With joy, satisfaction, and a faint doting undertone.

She seemed like a little beast provoked to anger, at this moment frantically venting her emotions, Thomas Shannon raised a hand, gently stroking her head to soothe her.

Letting her have her way without getting angry.

Sophie Sullivan bit firmly without any politeness, only releasing when her cheek was sore and numb.

Seeing a tooth mark clearly marked on Thomas Shannon’s shoulder, faintly tinged with bloodshot.

She lifted her eyes, looking at Thomas Shannon, his face full of smiles actually startled Sophie Sullivan.

She pursed her lips, hastily reaching out to check his forehead, "Thomas Shannon, what’s wrong with you? Are you okay? Thomas Shannon, aren’t you possessed?"

Holding a smile, Thomas Shannon’s handsome face immediately turned grim.

Taking her hand down with intensity, and threatened in a low voice, "Still want to cause trouble, hmm?"

Sophie Sullivan laughed until she rocked like a flower branch, her laugh clear and pleasant, her beautiful eyes hinted at a faint water mist.