Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 489: Chapter 491: You Shut Your Mouth

If Sophie Sullivan heard this, she would definitely jump up and challenge Old Mr. Standford to a match.

Frank Mitchell’s smile stiffened at the corner of his mouth. Since George Stanford was so unappreciative, Frank didn’t need to show him any kindness either.

He clenched his fist and delivered a punch with powerful momentum, hitting George right in the face.

Feeling a sharp pain on his face, George immediately let out a painful, muffled groan.

Frank flicked off some cigarette ash, squinted his eyes, and said ominously, ”Drink the toast or face the penalty.”

George Stanford realized he had been implicated by the maniac.

”Listen,” Frank straightened up, his gaze calm yet icy. ”You will only make it out of here alive if you cooperate with me obediently; otherwise, I will personally send you to meet God.”

George Stanford clenched his teeth and swallowed the blood in his oral cavity. ”How do you want me to cooperate?”

”Very simple...”

After Frank finished speaking, George Stanford’s facial color changed drastically.

「...」

After waking up from her nap on Thomas Shannon’s back, the sun hanging in the sky was already moving west.

The scorching temperature seemed to have dropped a bit.

Sophie held onto Thomas’ neck with her hand, tightened her grip, and asked in a soft, gentle voice, ”How long did I sleep?”

”Two hours,” Thomas paused, shifted her slightly on his back, and then turned his head slightly. ”Want to get down and walk by yourself for a while?”

From this angle, Sophie could see his handsome face covered in beads of sweat.

The sweat refracted a crystalline light, dazzling and eye-catching.

Sophie felt a pang of guilt. She had enslaved him for two hours, and she felt quite bad about it. She patted his shoulder. ”Alright, I’ll get down and walk by myself.”

Thomas gently crouched down to let her off. After Sophie settled both her feet in the sand and steadied herself, she let go of Thomas.

Having rested for two hours, she had regained quite a bit of energy.

Even she was surprised at how she could have fallen asleep on Thomas’ back in such a despicable environment.

Adjusting her sun-shield hat, she smiled at her own strong adaptability. How could she not be strong? She had survived the asylum back then, and had managed to persevere by Thomas’ side all this time; was there anything she couldn’t adapt to?

”Give me your hand.” Thomas reached out, and Sophie instinctively grabbed his hand.

Charlie River, worried, asked, ”Young Master, don’t you want to rest for a while?”

Witnessing his Young Master carry the maniac on his back, Charlie had been worried the entire way. The maniac, on the other hand, was doing great, having slept soundly. But his Young Master was utterly exhausted...

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows and pondered for a moment. He asked the Arabians in Arabic if this was a suitable place to stop and rest for a while.

Receiving a negative answer, Thomas shook his head. ”Let’s keep going.”

”But Young Master, you...”

Charlie’s words were interrupted by Thomas. His thin lips pressed tightly together. ”I’m fine.”

Charlie walked up to him with a worried look, suggesting, ”Young Master, you should get on a camel. Conserving your energy is the most important thing.”

He shouldn’t have to walk just because the maniac doesn’t like riding camels! The Young Master is really too indulgent! He’s spoiling the maniac too much. Sooner or later, he’ll spoil her until she’s completely unbridled.

Sophie seemed to sense Charlie’s resentment. She coughed lightly, trying to pull her hand free from Thomas’ grasp. ”Thomas, let me walk by myself for a while. You go ride a camel; don’t worry about me.”

”Shut your mouth.” Thomas’ tone was calm and cold, as usual.

Sophie: ”...”