Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1099 - 1101: Mother, Do You Prefer a Grandson or a Granddaughter?

That makes things easier."Mrs. Shannon, to be honest, the reason I answered the phone without permission was to ask for your help."

Sophie Sullivan spoke while paying attention to the noise in the bath chamber, making sure the sound of water was still ongoing before continuing, "Thomas Shannon has imprisoned me..."

Mrs. Shannon found it amusing, "Miss Sullivan, do you mean you want me to help you get out?"

"Yes, I know it’s very rude to ask so abruptly, but this is my only option right now. Mrs. Shannon, I think you wouldn’t want Thomas Shannon to force women into submission, right?"

There was clearly an element of anger in Sophie Sullivan’s words.

Mrs. Shannon heard it but only smiled gently, "Miss Sullivan does not like Lincoln."

A declarative sentence, without any question.

"Yes, I don’t like him, so can Mrs. Shannon help me with this favor?"

What more could Mrs. Shannon say? A girl with a fiance, imprisoned by Thomas Shannon, it’s only natural she doesn’t like him.

"Alright, I’ll think of a way."

Sophie Sullivan breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you!"

"You’re welcome, Miss Sullivan."

After hanging up the phone, Sophie Sullivan placed the mobile phone back where it was and returned to the sofa, pretending that nothing had happened.

Thomas Shannon came out from the bath chamber, his narrow eyes slightly squinted, "Were you talking just now?"

"You heard wrong."

Thomas Shannon’s gaze fell on the mobile phone on the tea table, the corner of his mouth hooked into a faint smile, "Go take a bath."

Sophie Sullivan knew what he wanted after the bath, every night it was the same. She was trapped in this bedroom, except for eating and sleeping, she was just being...

He was tireless, insatiable, like a beast that could never be fed enough.

Sophie Sullivan’s body was nearly emptied by him, yet he was still full of energy, showing no signs of fatigue.

Sophie Sullivan presented her handcuffed hands to him, "Open them."

Thomas Shannon turned around and walked outside, pulling open the bedroom door, extending his hand, "Give me the key."

The man in black handed over the key, Thomas Shannon unlocked Sophie Sullivan’s handcuffs and gestured for her to enter the bath chamber.

Sophie Sullivan let out a cold snort, slammed the bath chamber door loudly to vent her anger.

"Oh, quite a temper."

Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, bent down to pick up the mobile phone from the tea table, seeing the five-minute call logs, he paused.

With a complex gaze, he looked toward the direction of the bath chamber, what did she say to his mother?

Thomas Shannon picked up the mobile phone and walked outside, went down the building, "Mother, what did she just say to you?"

"..."

"Mother, tell me."

Mrs. Shannon sighed, somewhat helplessly, "Lincoln, she doesn’t like you, so why keep her by your side?"

A forced fruit isn’t sweet, why bother with a woman who doesn’t like him?

Isn’t that just causing himself trouble?

"Mother, it’s enough that I like her." Thomas Shannon poured a cup of water, took a sip, "You haven’t told me what she said to you just now."

"She asked me for help, hoping I would rescue her."

Thomas Shannon’s grip on the hand of the water cup suddenly tightened, his cold eyes with a faint smile quickly became shadowed.

She indeed still wants to leave!

"Did mother agree?"

"I have no reason to refuse."

"No, you do have a reason. If she runs away, you’ll probably never hold your grandchildren." Thomas Shannon took another two sips of water, then smiled gently, "By the way, Mother, do you prefer a grandson or a granddaughter? I can continue to try harder."