Chapter 1391 - 1393: Carrying You Back to the Bedroom to Sleep, Hmm?

Finally, she glared at the child coldly, frightening the child into his mother’s embrace before letting it go.

Thomas Shannon embraced Sophie Sullivan and got into the car, with Sophie leaning against his embrace, deeply asleep.

Thomas Shannon suspected if she hadn’t slept for a long time, how could she be so exhausted?

Back at the manor, Thomas Shannon gently patted her cheek, softly calling, "Fennie, we’re home."

Sophie Sullivan drowsily opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes looking around in confusion, finally fixing her gaze on Thomas Shannon’s face.

She frowned, pouting, "Why did you wake me up?"

"We’re home, I’ll carry you to the bedroom to sleep, huh?"

Sophie Sullivan didn’t bother to answer him, directly diving into his embrace, and Thomas Shannon was momentarily stunned, then let out a low chuckle.

Such a cute Fennie, he liked.

Carrying Sophie Sullivan to the bedroom, he changed her into a silk nightgown, knowing that waking her for a bath was impossible, so Thomas Shannon went to the bath chamber to wring a wet towel, wiping her face, and washing her both hands and feet.

The tender little feet grasped in his palm, Sophie Sullivan’s toes curled up, giving him a kick.

"Meow!" Harry, who had been watching at the end of the bed, jumped up startled.

In the next second, Harry was grabbed by the master by the back of the neck, lifted in the air in warning, "Don’t wake her up, got it?"

Harry whimpered into a ball, pitifully stretching his limbs, and was subsequently thrown out of the bedroom by the master mercilessly.

Thomas Shannon took a bath inside the bath chamber, then lay beside Sophie Sullivan, with a clear male scent on him, Sophie Sullivan’s body moved a couple of times, sticking close to him.

Thomas Shannon lay on his side, pulling her into his embrace, his gaze intensely fixed on her sleeping small face.

If it weren’t for seeing her still in the menstrual period, seeing this adorably innocent look, he would have long lost control.

Finally, he lightly pecked her red lips, "Good night."

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The next day.

Thomas Shannon appeared at the hospital with Sophie Sullivan, Mrs. Shannon was still under observation at the hospital, and the entire floor was guarded by men in black.

No unauthorized persons could approach by even half a step.

Before Thomas Shannon and Sophie Sullivan stepped into the ward, Mrs. Shannon heard the men in black in the corridor loudly greeting, "Young Master, Young Madam, good morning."

Young Madam?

Mrs. Shannon couldn’t help but smile, he was indeed eager to give Sophie Sullivan a proper title.

Glancing at the man sitting next to her feeding her porridge, Mrs. Shannon teased, "He’s really just like you."

"My son, who else would he resemble?" James Shannon picked up a handkerchief, wiping the porridge stain from her lips’ corner.

Thomas Shannon and Sophie Sullivan pushed the door open and entered, Thomas Shannon’s corner of eyes were all dyed with a smile, "Father, mother, Fennie is here."

Sophie smiled, "Uncle, Aunt, good morning."

Indeed, the picture of the two standing together was truly pleasing to the eye.

Mrs. Shannon watched for a while, then warmly waved, "Fennie, come next to Aunt."

In the end, it was a marriage her son orchestrated, she couldn’t change her address now, she understood.

Sophie broke free from Thomas Shannon’s hand, sat down at the bedside, and looked at Mrs. Shannon, whose facial color was rosy, with a good complexion, and her spirit was even fuller.

How could she look like she couldn’t pull through?

Although thinking like this inside heart, Sophie still concernedly asked, "Aunt, is your body feeling better?"

"It’s nothing, it’s just Lincoln and your Uncle being overly cautious, insisting I observe a few more days inside hospital."

Sophie nodded in agreement, "No matter what, it’s better to be a bit more cautious."

Early in the morning, Raina Bell awakened.