Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 282: Chapter 284: Are You Awake?

Sophie Sullivan turned her head, casting a disgusted glance at William Guillen. ”Enough!”

What did he mean, she’d seized the opportunity to play dirty tricks? Was she that kind of person? Even if she were to resort to such tactics, she wouldn’t do it when Thomas Shannon was injured.

Edward Benson, however, was much calmer. He earnestly advised, ”Maniac, Thomas injured his right hand. Please take good care of him.”

”I will.”

Edward Benson lightly patted William Guillen’s shoulder. ”Let’s go.”

The room fell silent. In the stillness, the dripping of the IV was exceptionally clear.

Thomas Shannon’s face was pale. His right shoulder was swathed in layers of gauze, a large section already stained crimson with blood.

”How did Thomas Shannon get hurt?” Sophie asked Charlie River.

Charlie River was reluctant to elaborate, saying only, ”He was ambushed.”

Charlie River seemed to have other matters to attend to. Thomas Shannon himself was injured, to say nothing of the men in black responsible for his protection. Sophie noticed that Charlie River’s clothes also bore numerous bloodstains; she couldn’t tell if it was his own blood or someone else’s.

”The Young Master is in your hands now. Take good care of him, understand?”

Sophie nodded.

Charlie River then left the room.

Sophie sighed helplessly. Today was supposed to be the day of her surgery. Unexpectedly, Thomas Shannon had disrupted it, and the reason was simply so she could take better care of him.

「It wasn’t until evening.」

Thomas Shannon finally woke up.

When he opened his eyes, the first person he saw was the maniac who had fallen asleep at his bedside.

The nurse nearby immediately stepped forward. ”Young Master, are you awake?”

Thomas Shannon tried to sit up, but the movement tugged at his right shoulder wound. His brow furrowed instantly, and a thin sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead.

”Young Master, let me help you.”

With the nurse’s help, Thomas Shannon managed to sit up. It was this commotion that woke Sophie.

She lifted her eyelids. Her gaze shifted, and she saw Thomas Shannon sitting up. She immediately sat upright. ”Are you awake?”

Thomas Shannon gave a slight nod.

”Where are you going?”

”Restroom.”

Remembering Edward Benson’s words, Sophie resignedly stepped forward to support his arm. ”I’ll help you.”

Thomas Shannon glanced down dubiously at the maniac supporting his arm. Such a docile demeanor was rare.

”Can you actually take care of someone?”

Feeling her abilities questioned, Sophie jutted out her chin and retorted, ”I may not have eaten pork, but I’ve certainly seen a pig run! It’s just taking care of someone. What’s so hard about that?”

”Sharp-tongued.”

Thomas Shannon gestured for the nurse to let go. The nurse stepped back and stood to the side.

The room had an en-suite bath chamber. Sophie helped Thomas Shannon inside, lifted the toilet lid, and then turned to leave.

Suddenly, her wrist was seized.

The man’s grip tightened, and he yanked her back.

Sophie looked bewildered. ”Is there something else?”

”Weren’t you going to take care of me?”

Sophie nodded. ”Aren’t I doing that already?”

”Help me,” Thomas Shannon uttered, his thin lips barely moving.

”Help with what?”

A hint of a mischievous smile played on Thomas Shannon’s lips as his gaze drifted to his own lower body. ”What do you think?”

”Ugh! You rascal!”

Sophie stomped her foot furiously and spun around to flee.

BANG!

The bath chamber door slammed shut with a deafening crash.

Thomas Shannon chuckled. This was more like her usual self; he wasn’t used to the sudden attentiveness.

Coming out of the bath chamber, Thomas Shannon lay back down on the bed. He didn’t follow the doctor’s advice to rest more. Instead, he had someone call Charlie River.