Pampered by My Secret Husband
Chapter 131: The Game Rules of Adults

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: The Game Rules of Adults

"Your vocal cords meet the conditions for surgery, so the surgery can be performed."

"MEOW."

Harry’s meow was resolute and spirited.

Sophie Sullivan looked up and saw Thomas Shannon walking in.

Seeing the dejected expression on her face, Thomas Shannon’s gaze lingered there for a few seconds. "What’s wrong?"

The doctor immediately stood up and said respectfully, "Young Master, the maniac’s vocal cords need surgical repair, but now isn’t the optimal time for the procedure. I’ll prescribe her some more medicine to complement her treatment, so she can have the surgery as soon as possible."

"Mm."

With a faint acknowledgment, Thomas Shannon scratched Harry’s furry chin with one hand. "Come here."

Though he hadn’t specified a name, Sophie knew he was calling her.

She approached him and stopped. A warm, dry palm rested on her head.

His fingers closed gently, ruffling her hair twice. "Want to go out and get some fresh air?"

"Really?" Sophie quickly raised her head, her eyes sparkling with interest.

She was tired of being confined to the manor every day, no matter how beautiful and luxurious it was.

She needed freedom. She needed to see the world outside.

「Guillen Group.」

The secretary knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

William Guillen looked down at the file, not lifting his head.

The secretary opened the door, walked to the desk, and said, "President, Miss Zane wants to see you. Should I...?"

"Which Miss Zane?"

William Guillen frowned slightly. He didn’t recall knowing such an impertinent woman.

She had even come to the company.

"It’s Miss Fluffy Zane."

CLACK.

The pen in his hand dropped onto the file. William Guillen picked it up and twirled it.

Leaning back heavily in his chair, a faint smile touched the corners of his lips. "Why is she here?"

"Miss Zane made an appointment three days ago. Would you like her to come up now?"

William Guillen’s smile was gentle, his gaze slowly shifting to the secretary. His expression was typically warm, yet his words were a cruel refusal, "No, I won’t see her."

The secretary nodded. "Yes, I’ll go and inform Miss Zane."

Just then, a figure pushed open the door to the President’s Office.

Fluffy Zane, dressed in a Chanel suit, stepped into the President’s Office, her gaze fixed on the refined and gentle man seated at the desk.

"Miss Zane, you can’t come in," the secretary said, moving to escort her out.

William Guillen raised a hand, rubbing his temple. "You may leave first."

The secretary complied, left the office, and closed the door.

Fluffy Zane walked to the desk, looking down at him. "Why won’t you see me?"

William Guillen withdrew his gaze. He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the bustling street below. "I think... you might have misunderstood something."

Fluffy Zane murmured to herself, "Misunderstanding?"

Could it be that night was also a misunderstanding?

"We’re both adults; it’s quite normal. Besides, that night was a misunderstanding. If I hadn’t drunk so much, I wouldn’t have..."

William Guillen turned around. His hands were casually tucked into the pockets of his suit pants, his handsome face holding that same faint, gentle smile. "The rules of the adult game—I think you should understand them."

"You mean, if you had been conscious that night and recognized me, you wouldn’t have touched me?"

William Guillen smiled and nodded.

He liked to play, but he had principles.

He wouldn’t touch women he knew.

He wouldn’t touch women from good families.

That night, he had drunk too much at a social engagement and was completely muddled. He’d thought she was just some woman trying to sleep with him, emboldened by the alcohol.