Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: The Arrogant Little Look, Quite Spirited

”Where are you going?”

Sophie stopped in her tracks. ”You said you’d set me free!”

”But I also said I saved your life.”

This rascal!

Sophie, struggling to control her anger, glared at him. ”Last night you said I could repay you with my body!”

”Did you agree?”

He’s a shameless bastard, denying what he’s done!

Sophie lifted her leg, about to kick him in the groin.

Thomas Shannon nimbly dodged to the side and circled behind her, holding her slender waist from behind and resting his chin in the crook of her neck, chuckling, ”Still playing the tired old tricks?”

”What does it matter if they still work?”

Thomas Shannon liked her disdainful, confident air; it was quite stimulating. ”So,” he said, ”you want to attract my attention and keep me interested in you.”

Sophie rolled her eyes. ”Thomas Shannon, are you always so self-righteous?”

Letting her go, Thomas Shannon casually put on his shirt, poured a cup of water, and took a few sips.

Suddenly, he put down the water cup and kicked open the door to the bath chamber.

The bath chamber was empty, the window open. The maniac was gone.

”Damn it!” Thomas Shannon’s face darkened as he cursed under his breath.

She actually managed to escape!

That little maniac, she’s got guts!

Having gone through great hardships to escape the Golden Wing Palace, Sophie wouldn’t dare go back.

Even if she was foolish, she now knew that the Golden Wing Palace was closely connected to Thomas Shannon.

Returning now would be like throwing herself into the net.

Penniless and without a place to stay, Sophie once again found herself in a difficult situation.

In a flash, it was as if she saw the white lab coat woman from the asylum, those poisonous, sinister eyes that she could never forget in her life.

She quickly ducked behind a billboard.

The sedative brought back nightmarish memories.

For the rest of her life, she never wanted to set foot in that asylum again.

「...」

”Young Master, please have some tea.”

Dressed in a maid outfit, Minimus Hart respectfully bent down, offering freshly brewed tea.

Thomas Shannon sat on the sofa, holding a fax he had just received from Charlie River.

”Put it down.”

”Yes, Young Master.” Minimus Hart put away the tray and respectfully stood to one side.

Putting down the fax, Thomas Shannon looked up and glanced at Minimus Hart. ”You haven’t fully recovered yet. Take some time to recuperate.”

Minimus Hart smiled slightly. From this angle, her face looked delicate and beautiful, her smile forming a perfect, gentle curve. ”Thank you for your concern, Young Master. I have mostly recovered and can fulfill my duties.”

”Mmm.” Thomas Shannon didn’t say more, looking around.

Harry was nowhere to be seen in the large main hall.

Frowning, Thomas Shannon felt a surge of anger. ”Where’s Harry?”

”Young Master, Harry went to play...”

”Bring him back to me!”

”Yes!”

「Five minutes later.」

Harry was brought back, carried by the scruff of his neck.

”MEOW.” Seeing his master, Harry let out a pitiful meow, attempting to evoke his master’s sympathy.

Thomas Shannon took Harry, tucking him in his embrace and ruffling his furry head. ”Where did you go running wild?”

”MEOW.”

Harry cowered, shrinking into his master’s embrace, wagging his tail sycophantically.

Looking at Harry, Thomas Shannon was reminded of another disobedient pet.

”Charlie River.”

”Young Master, I’m here.” Charlie River stepped forward.

”Go find out where that little maniac went.”

Daring to escape right under his nose, she’d better not let him catch her!

Minimus Hart had just returned to the castle and had vaguely heard about the women Thomas Shannon favored.