Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 768 - 771: You like him, don’t you?

Lucifer looked up, his gaze sweeping across Thomas Shannon’s face. "Cecilia, I’ve already ordered your meal; it’s all your favorite food."

Sophie Sullivan had no objections, as Lucifer knew her preferences well. He ordered everything she liked to eat.

This also saved her the time and effort of ordering for herself.

The waiter soon brought the food. There were only two servings, and Thomas Shannon’s place setting was empty.

There wasn’t even a set of tableware for him.

Even Sophie Sullivan could see that Lucifer was deliberately targeting Thomas Shannon. Surprisingly, Thomas Shannon didn’t get angry on the spot.

She turned her head and glanced at him. Coincidentally, feeling her gaze, Thomas Shannon also looked over.

Their gazes met in the sky.

Unexpectedly, Sophie Sullivan saw a trace of grievance in his eyes...

Young Master Shannon felt wronged...

"Fennie, I’m hungry." Thomas Shannon raised his hand, supporting his head. His slender fingers landed precisely on the injured spot on his head.

Thinking of how she had pushed his head earlier, causing his wound to hurt, a sense of guilt stirred inside Sophie Sullivan’s heart.

She moved the thick soup in front of her to him. "You drink it first."

"Can we drink it together?"

Lucifer couldn’t stand it any longer. He snorted, "Thomas Shannon, if you want to eat, can’t you order your own food?"

Does he have to steal Cecilia’s food?

How utterly embarrassing!

Thomas Shannon leaned his body closer to Sophie Sullivan, his voice faint and somewhat weak. "Fennie, my head hurts."

"Thomas Shannon, stop making a scene," Sophie Sullivan warned him in a low voice.

Bringing him was a completely wrong decision!

He was just here to make trouble.

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips were slightly pursed, suppressing the raging anger inside his heart. She’s warning me for Lucifer’s sake?

Thomas Shannon sneered inside his heart. He looked up, his cold and sharp gaze flicking to the smirking Lucifer.

Well done, Sophie Sullivan.

Thomas Shannon gradually took a deep breath and straightened up. Lowering his voice to match hers, he replied to Sophie Sullivan, "Okay, I won’t make a scene."

Such an obedient Thomas Shannon surprised Sophie Sullivan once again.

She turned her head suspiciously, looking at him. Thomas Shannon’s facial color was pale; even his tightly pursed thin lips were a shade of sickly white.

Sophie Sullivan couldn’t help but wonder if she was being too harsh on him.

He was a patient... it was understandable for him to be a bit emotional.

To ease Young Master Shannon’s embarrassment, Charlie River quickly brought the waiter over. The waiter bowed shakily, presenting the menu with both hands. "Please... please order, sir."

After ordering, Thomas Shannon got up and went to the restroom.

Once Thomas Shannon left, Lucifer supported his head with one hand. His deep blue eyes were filled with confusion as he asked, "Dear, why did we bring that annoying fellow to our lunch?"

"I’m sorry, Lucifer," Sophie Sullivan said helplessly. "Thomas Shannon insisted on coming, and I couldn’t do anything about it."

Lucifer’s delicate face turned colder. "Cecilia, do you like Thomas Shannon?"

It’s because she likes him that she’s so indulgent with him.

Because she likes him, subconsciously, she’s also willing to agree to his requests.

Just like this time; she had managed to leave Country A with great difficulty, but she returned because he was injured.

Lucifer knew that all of this was Thomas Shannon’s plot, just him beating them at their own game.

Yet, Cecilia couldn’t see it. She was worried about him, so she came back to find out what was going on.

That Thomas Shannon is truly detestable!