Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 449: Chapter 451: Are You Here to Cause Trouble?

Thomas Shannon scoffed. ’Perhaps he’s angry’? He *is* angry! That little maniac is so obviously furious, did he think I couldn’t tell? Did I need *him* to point it out?

Charlie River lowered his gaze innocently, wondering what he had done wrong.

Thomas Shannon looked around, his brow furrowed. ”Where’s Harry?”

Harry, that little fellow, was Thomas Shannon’s beloved pet, so he could swagger about as he pleased in the manor. He roamed around the manor every day and would come back meowing for food when he was tired.

Finding Harry right now might not be easy.

”Young Master, please wait a moment. I’ll go find him now.”

Charlie River left the bedroom and immediately sent people to look for Harry.

As soon as he went downstairs, he saw Harry lying on the sofa, belly exposed, fast asleep and snoring.

”No need to search anymore,” Charlie River said with a chuckle, then turned and went back upstairs to report to Thomas Shannon.

”Young Master, Harry is sleeping on the sofa downstairs.”

Thomas Shannon nodded lightly, extinguished his cigarette butt, changed into a shirt and trousers, and then went downstairs.

Furry Harry was sprawled out asleep, its small belly and private parts exposed.

Thomas Shannon sat down beside it and scratched its belly. ”Harry.”

Harry, still in its sleep, let out a MEOW, waved its paws, and continued to slumber.

Thomas Shannon frowned. Still sleeping?!

He grabbed its whiskers with one hand and gave them a tug.

”MEOW!” Harry’s cry suddenly sharpened, and it sprang to its feet in an instant.

Just as it was about to let out an imposing yowl, it saw its master and immediately cowered.

”Who are you glaring at?” Thomas Shannon asked, grabbing it by the scruff of its neck and lifting its chubby, round body into the air.

Harry’s limbs flailed weakly in the air as it meowed pitifully, ”MEOW~”

Thomas Shannon finally pulled it into his embrace, stroking its fur with one hand. ”Harry, I have a mission for you.”

Harry snuggled into his embrace, tilting its head up to look at him, completely clueless.

Thomas Shannon pinched its furry chin. ”Go to the medical office and bring the maniac to me.”

”MEOW...”

”Go. Complete the mission, and I’ll give you extra dried small fish tonight.”

And just like that, Harry was tossed out, burdened with high expectations.

It ran a few steps, then turned back and stared fixedly at Thomas Shannon.

Thomas Shannon frowned and waved his hand dismissively. ”What are you looking at me for? Don’t you want your dried small fish anymore?”

”MEOW!” With a valiant cry, Harry dashed off spiritedly.

It charged off with the majestic air of a great general heading onto the battlefield to vanquish enemies.

Charlie River stifled a laugh. ”Young Master, will this really work?”

Is it not too rash to pin our hopes on Harry?

”How will we know if we don’t try?”

Harry dashed all the way to the medical office.

It wandered around the medical office until, by a stroke of sheer luck, it found Sophie Sullivan’s room.

Just as a nurse was bringing Sophie Sullivan some fruit, Harry darted into the room.

”MEOW!” it yowled majestically.

Sophie Sullivan narrowed her beautiful eyes, sizing up Harry. ”Why are you here?”

Harry jumped onto the bed, its small paws treading on the thin quilt, leaving a trail of tiny, flower-like prints.

”Stop right there!” Sophie Sullivan’s brows knitted tightly. She snatched Harry up, holding it mid-air. ”Are you here to cause trouble?”

”MEOW,” Harry cried innocently.

”So filthy! You’re absolutely filthy...”

The quilt is so dirty now, how am I supposed to sleep later?

Sophie Sullivan carried Harry out of the room and unceremoniously tossed it to the ground.

Harry executed a neat twist in mid-air, limbs splayed, and landed steadily on all fours.

It turned its head and yowled defiantly at Sophie Sullivan.