Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 405: Chapter 407: What if I don’t let go?

Minimus Hart looked at Thomas Shannon and said respectfully, ”Young Master, I’m fine.”

She seemed to ignore Sophie Sullivan completely, acting as if she weren’t even there.

Thomas Shannon nodded slightly. ”You may leave.”

”Yes, Young Master.”

Minimus Hart bowed her head and retreated.

I’ll remember these two slaps.

Thomas Shannon grabbed Sophie Sullivan’s wrist. His gaze was unfathomable, and his clear, icy voice held no trace of warmth. ”Follow me.”

”Why should I listen to you?” Sophie sneered.

What, is he trying to stand up for Minimus Hart now? I just slapped Minimus Hart twice, and now he wants to take it out on me, is that it?

”It’s not up to you.” Thomas Shannon gave her no room for resistance, gripping her wrist and yanking it hard.

”Let go!”

”Behave yourself!”

With that, he dragged her upstairs.

The man roughly kicked open the bedroom door, dragged Sophie inside, and pinned her against the wall. He gripped her jaw with one hand, his deep, cold eyes glinting with a chill. ”Do you even know what you’re doing?”

”So what if I know? So what if I don’t?” If he wants to take his anger out on me, he should just do it directly. Why bother making excuses? That only makes him look hypocritical.

”You maniac, who gave you permission to talk to me like that?”

”I’m truly sorry for upsetting you. If you’re angry, you might as well let me go. Out of sight, out of mind—wouldn’t that be better for you?”

”Shut up!”

Sophie Sullivan snorted coldly and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

The hand gripping her jaw, far from loosening, tightened its hold.

Her cheek ached, and Sophie couldn’t help but protest, ”Let go, quick!”

”Beg me.”

Beg? He wishes.

Seizing the moment when he lowered his head to speak, Sophie gathered all her strength and slammed her head against his.

THUD!

Thomas Shannon’s brow tightened. He released her, one hand flying to his throbbing forehead. ”Madwoman!”

The tone of his voice was laced with something indiscernible—anger, or perhaps helplessness... It was hard to tell.

”You asked for it, don’t blame me.” Action and reaction are equal and opposite; he was in pain, but her head throbbed too.

Rubbing her head, she snorted coldly. ”I warned you to let go. You’re the one who didn’t listen.”

Warned him, indeed! She was becoming utterly audacious! Did she have no sense of propriety at all?

After rubbing her forehead, Sophie frowned and massaged her aching cheek. That bastard, he was ruthless!

Seeing her slightly disheveled state, the anger in Thomas Shannon’s heart dissipated somewhat.

Thomas Shannon slowly exhaled and lowered his hand. ”I have other matters to attend to. You should rest.”

He looked down, straightened his rumpled shirt, and prepared to leave.

Just as he took a step, he paused, turned back, and warned her, ”Stay obediently in the bedroom. You’d better not go anywhere before I return.”

Sophie didn’t even glance at him, walking straight towards the balcony.

”Don’t spend too much time in the sun. Be mindful of your face.”

The bedroom door opened and then shut.

Sophie stood with her arms crossed, gazing into the distance. When can I finally leave this godforsaken place... Who am I? And where is my home?

”Sister Minnie, are you alright?”

When Raina Bell heard that Minimus Hart had been slapped twice by Sophie Sullivan, she hurried to the courtyard.

A maid was helping Minimus Hart apply an ice pack to reduce the swelling. Minimus Hart took the towel-wrapped ice pack, waved her hand, and the maid retreated.

Now, only Minimus Hart and Raina Bell were left in her bedroom.

”Don’t be formal, sit.”

Raina Bell had heard many stories about Minimus Hart from the other maids. She had accomplished a great deal for the Young Master and had received exceptionally generous rewards. Jewelry, ornaments, and other such luxuries were plentiful.

Stepping into Minimus Hart’s bedroom for the first time, Raina was taken aback by its opulence.

If only I could reach such a position one day... That would be wonderful.

Raina Bell sat down. Minimus Hart smiled dismissively. ”I’m fine. These two slaps are nothing.”

When on missions, what kind of situations, what kind of suffering, hadn’t I endured? These two slaps truly are nothing. However, I’ve committed the humiliation Sophie Sullivan dealt me today to memory. Later, I will definitely repay it twofold.