Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 806 - 808: Old Mr. Standford, What’s Wrong with My Face?
"Go Gaby, go!"
Sophie Sullivan, enjoying the excitement, started cheering.
Thomas Shannon wiped the water from his face and growled, "What about me?"
Cheering for her pet, where did that leave him?
"Don’t bully my Gaby."
Thomas Shannon almost spat out blood, "Didn’t you see when Gaby bullied me?"
Sophie lifted his sunglasses and looked up at the sky, "What did you say? I didn’t hear it."
Darn you, Sophie!
Gaby began to retaliate, and Thomas Shannon had to fully focus on dealing with Gaby.
The man and the tiger tangled in the water for a long time, exhausting themselves.
Gaby swam back to the shore wearily, shook off the water, and endearingly snuggled up to Sophie.
Sophie stepped on its lifted paw, "Go away, you fellow who doesn’t want to bathe properly."
Gaby howled twice and snuggled back again.
Thomas Shannon burst out of the water with a splash, the water cascading down from him.
He held onto the stair rail, came ashore, took the towel handed to him by a servant, and wiped himself dry.
The bathrobe on him was removed during his tussle with Gaby because he found it cumbersome.
At this moment, his well-toned body was only wearing swimming trunks.
A well-defined chest, sexy abs, and straight long legs were in full view.
Sophie, wearing sunglasses, gazed unabashedly at his physique, as Thomas Shannon stepped forward, and Sophie instinctively stepped back, "Thomas Shannon, what do you want to do?"
An act of revenge afterward?
"Your face..." Thomas Shannon removed her sunglasses with one hand, leaned down, and stared intently at her face.
The scorching sun was fierce, and she stood under it with no protection. Now, the scabbed-over face was already turning red.
He frowned, "Did you apply sunscreen?"
Realizing what he meant, Sophie exclaimed, threw Harry aside, and rushed indoor with her hands covering her face.
Thomas Shannon quickly caught Harry, preventing it from making a frantic escape.
Sophie ran all the way back to the bedroom, entered the restroom, and looked at herself in the mirror.
Her face was already sunburned and showed signs of getting redder, so she didn’t dare delay and immediately washed her face with water.
Afterwards, she had the servant bring her ice cubes.
She immediately applied the ice to her face to cool down, trying to lower the skin temperature.
After fifteen minutes of icing, she looked at her face. Still red...
Having no other option, she decided to go to the medical office to seek help from Old Mr. Standford.
She didn’t want her hard-won post-scab face to suffer any mishaps due to her negligence.
She donned a wide-brimmed vacation sun hat and immediately headed to the medical office.
"Old Mr. Standford!"
George Stanford, sitting in the office, heard Sophie Sullivan’s shouted greeting from afar.
The next second, Sophie rushed in hastily, sat in front of his desk, and pointed at her face, "Old Mr. Standford, what’s wrong with my face?"
"Calm down, put your hands down, and let me take a look."
George Stanford carefully examined her face, then snorted, "Have my words all been forgotten inside a dog’s stomach?"
"Forgotten inside Harry’s stomach."
Harry was innocently implicated.
Sophie couldn’t spare time for jokes; she frowned anxiously and asked, "Is there any way to remedy this?"
George Stanford opened the drawer with one hand while scolding her, "How many times have I told you, a face that’s just healed from a scab is when it’s most vulnerable, never expose it to the sun."
