Pampered by My Secret Husband

Cheryl Chew hugged the quilt and rolled on the bed, not wanting to leave here.

It was hard for her to come to the manor and have the chance to see him; she didn’t want to leave.

Even though he already had someone he liked, she didn’t mind, as long as she could see him from afar.

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Sophie Sullivan’s high fever kept recurring, tormenting her for two days.

During these two days, the only people she could see were the doctor and the servant.

Except for not being able to step out of the bedroom or contact the outside world, almost all of her requests were met.

But even so, Sophie still wasn’t satisfied; she wanted to leave, missed Gaby, missed Lucifer...

And she didn’t know whether Liam Donald had been going on dates with the imposter these days; the thought of the imposter monopolizing her fiance made her wish she could drag the imposter out and beat her up fiercely.

”Maniac, you should have dinner now.”

The servant pushed the door open, carrying dinner and placing it on the tea table one by one.

Sophie glanced at it, then listlessly rested her chin on the cushion, shaking her head, ”Take it away, I don’t want to eat.”

”Maniac, you’ve just recovered; don’t torment your body again,” the servant advised her, but Sophie didn’t listen to a word.

She waved her hand repeatedly, ”Take it away, I don’t want to eat.”

Seeing her determination, the servant stopped talking, removed all the dinner, and after leaving the bedroom, called Thomas Shannon.

”Young Master, the maniac refuses to eat dinner.”

”Refuses to eat?” The man’s deep voice turned colder.

The servant reported fearfully, ”Yes, she just looked at it and said she didn’t want to eat, asking me to take the dinner away. I advised her, but the maniac still refuses to eat.”

Thomas Shannon sneered, ”Since she doesn’t want to eat, then don’t send her any.”

”Young Master, you mean...?” The servant feared misunderstanding, ”You mean stop sending food to the maniac from now on?”

”Yes.”

After hanging up the phone, the servant looked upstairs sympathetically, thinking that the maniac had angered the Young Master again.

Sophie sat on the sofa, hugging the cushion, her chin sinking into the soft cushion, gazing aimlessly at a certain spot.

She missed her Gaby.

She missed Lucifer.

She closed her eyes, and in the next second, she removed the cushion from her embrace, clenched her fist, and punched it fiercely, ”Damn Thomas Shannon, big pervert!”

During the night, Sophie’s stomach finally began to grumble, and she opened the bedroom door, saying to the servant outside, ”I want a midnight snack.”

”Sorry, maniac, the Young Master already said that since you didn’t eat your dinner on time, we can’t send you any food from now on.”

The servant’s sincere gaze told her she wasn’t lying.

Indeed, it was only a beast like Thomas Shannon who would issue such an order.

Sophie felt a rush of anger, tightening her hand on the door handle, clutching it even harder, ”Then tell Thomas Shannon, I’d rather starve to death than eat his things!”

She slammed the door shut with a reverse hand.

The doorframe vibrated violently a few times before it quieted down.

Sophie returned to the bedroom, lying on the bed, as if she had returned to those days when Thomas Shannon captured her and imprisoned her in a bedroom in the manor’s backyard.

She closed her eyes, telling herself she must escape.

She must escape this madman!

For two consecutive days, Sophie drank no water, her fever had just gone down, yet she had stubbornly made herself sick again.

There was no noise inside the bedroom; the servant did not notice instantly, not until she had already collapsed into unconsciousness did the servant find her.

The servant looked at the unconscious Sophie lying on the bed, frightenedly shouting, ”Quick, call the doctor!”