Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 92: So, how to explain this woman...? · Nov 12, 2026

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51 Chapter 51 Thomas Shannon you beast! 2026-11-12
52 Chapter 52: Don’t pretend to be nice to me, I don’t need it. 2026-11-12
53 Chapter 53: Go and accept the punishment herself! 2026-11-12
54 Chapter 54: No Acting Spoiled 2026-11-12
55 Chapter 55: If I didn’t tell you to stop, don’t stop 2026-11-12
56 Chapter 56: Can I Leave Now? 2026-11-12
57 Chapter 57: Kneel before me! 2026-11-12
58 Chapter 58: Little Maniac, Don’t Be Too Evil 2026-11-12
59 Chapter 59: I Am Your Woman 2026-11-12
60 Chapter 60: Young Master’s 2026-11-12
61 Chapter 61: Take the Medicine and Go Back to Sleep 2026-11-12
62 Chapter 62: How Dare You Talk Back? 2026-11-12
63 Chapter 63: Thomas Shannon, you are shameless! 2026-11-12
64 Chapter 64: Did You Eat an Explosive Medicine? 2026-11-12
65 Chapter 65: Who destroyed her face? 2026-11-12
66 Chapter 66: Is This All the Strength You Have? 2026-11-12
67 Chapter 67: Bad habits formed by being accustomed 2026-11-12
68 Chapter 68: Finally able to leave 2026-11-12
69 Chapter 69: The little maniac ran away, hurry and find him! 2026-11-12
70 Chapter 70: You said, Young Master asked me to come over and accompany him? 2026-11-12
71 Chapter 71: She doesn’t cause trouble even if she doesn’t eat or drink for a day? 2026-11-12
72 Chapter 72: Maniac, Young Master Wants to See You 2026-11-12
73 Chapter 73: Want to Crush Her? 2026-11-12
74 Chapter 74: You’ve used it, and now you want me to use it? 2026-11-12
75 Chapter 75: Hold It in if You Can’t Accept 2026-11-12
76 Chapter 76: Her Character of Taking Revenge for Even the Smallest Grievance 2026-11-12
77 Chapter 77: Regretting it Now? 2026-11-12
78 Chapter 78: Will she become our mistress? 2026-11-12
79 Chapter 79: Your Time to Die is Approaching 2026-11-12
80 Chapter 80: The Little Madman Faints! 2026-11-12
81 Chapter 81: Can’t remember anything at all... 2026-11-12
82 Chapter 82: You didn’t fall in love with me, did you? 2026-11-12
83 Chapter 83: Young Master, something’s wrong with the Young Master! 2026-11-12
84 Chapter 84: Do You Know Who I Am? 2026-11-12
85 Chapter 85: What’s Wrong With the Hand? 2026-11-12
86 Chapter 86: Hold the tea and give thanks. 2026-11-12
87 Chapter 87: Thought She Was Fearless of Heaven and Earth 2026-11-12
88 Chapter 88 Amelia Shaw, Miss Shaw 2026-11-12
89 Chapter 89: Don’t Be Deceived By Her Appearance 2026-11-12
90 Chapter 90: Acting Like a Mistress 2026-11-12
91 Chapter 91: Thomas Shannon, how have you been in these two years since we last met? 2026-11-12
92 Chapter 92: So, how to explain this woman...? 2026-11-12
93 Chapter 93: Are you heartbroken now? 2026-11-12
94 Chapter 94: Teaching You What Rules Are 2026-11-12
95 Chapter 95: Thomas Shannon, you bastard! 2026-11-12
96 Chapter 96: Thomas Shannon, You Are Mine 2026-11-12
97 Chapter 97: How Did You End Up Here? 2026-11-12
98 Chapter 98: Are you angry with me? 2026-11-12
99 Chapter 99: I can’t just watch her hurt you 2026-11-12
100 Chapter 100: Dare to talk back? 2026-11-12

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: So, how to explain this woman...?

At the cloakroom, they changed clothes, put on makeup, and styled their hair.

Sophie was stuck in a chair, unable to move, as the maids bustled around her.

Downstairs, Thomas Shannon held Harry, looking at Amelia Shaw standing just a few steps away from him.

She was the same as two years ago, seemingly unchanged, with soft, shiny long hair cascading down her shoulders and across her chest.

Her delicate face had an air of literary refinement, and she stood gracefully, forming a sight of her own.

Amelia might not be the most beautiful, but her temperament was the most unique.

Her aura was like a gentle orchid in a secluded valley or a cool lotus in a summer breeze. It carried a refreshing fragrance that lingered around the tip of her nose, impossible to disperse.

”Thomas, how have you been after not seeing you for two years?” Amelia asked in a gentle, soft-spoken voice, tilting her head slightly.

As she finished speaking, she smiled with a curve of her mouth, revealing two small dimples that were sweet and adorable.

Her half-closed eyes shimmered with a moving radiance.

”MEOW.” Harry raised his head, ready to pounce.

Thomas Shannon pressed him down with one hand, lazily raising his eyelids, his sexy thin lips holding a faint smile. ”I’m fine.”

Amelia Shaw smiled slightly, sighing with relief. ”Then I can rest easy.”

Edward Benson took a seat on the sofa and hesitated for a moment. Turning to Amelia, he said, ”You can sit down too, no need to stand.”

”But Thomas hasn’t spoken yet, and I don’t dare,” Amelia joked, the sweet smile on the corner of her mouth clearly teasing.

Where was any hint of fear or apprehension?

Edward Benson glanced at Thomas Shannon. Since he had already allowed her to return, was he really going to make a fuss over such a trivial matter?

Just as Amelia Shaw herself was feeling uncertain, she heard footsteps coming down from upstairs.

High heels clicked against the staircase, one step after another, the sound crisp and distant.

Amelia looked towards the source of the sound, and as she did so, her whole body tensed.

Sophie Sullivan came into sight, her hand resting lightly on a maid’s arm. Her delicate chin was slightly raised, and her fair neck was as graceful as a white swan.

The luxury brand’s high-end customization worn by her added a new dimension to her glamour.

Beautiful, proud, and noble...

The gorgeous ruby mask covered half of her face, casting a mysterious veil over her entire figure.

Amelia Shaw found her heart pounding. Who was this woman?

What was her relationship with Thomas?

Hadn’t Edward said that Thomas hadn’t had any women by his side for the past two years?

Then how could this woman be explained...?

Sophie Sullivan’s hazy eyes briefly swept over Amelia Shaw, then settled on Thomas Shannon.

So, *this* was Miss Shaw?

Sophie’s red lips slightly curved. She stopped and let go of the maid. Raising her hand, she let it hover in mid-air. ”Thomas Shannon.”

Thomas Shannon smiled. She really was a clever woman.

Letting go of Harry, he stood up, walked over to Sophie, took her hand, and led her to sit down on the sofa. ”Why did you come down?”

He played his part well! Sophie Sullivan mused. Wasn’t it he who had asked her to come down?

Complaining inwardly, Sophie maintained a calm appearance and didn’t pay any attention to Amelia Shaw, who was still standing. ”I slept too long, and my head hurts a bit,” she said.

She raised her hand, her slender white fingers gently pressing against her forehead.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands took over the task. ”Does it hurt a lot?”

”Mm,” Sophie murmured softly, leaning into his embrace as she did so.

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