Pampered by My Secret Husband

Sophie Sullivan brushed her long hair over her shoulder, ”When did he go out?”

The servant looked troubled, trying to dodge the question, ”I... I don’t know either.”

”You don’t know, or you don’t dare to say?” Sophie sneered. Judging by her expression, it was clear she didn’t dare to speak.

In that case, Sophie could boldly guess that Thomas Shannon went out after she had fallen asleep.

As for why he had to do such a thing, only he would know.

The servant shivered, lowering her head, ”Young Madam, please calm down...”

Sophie took a deep breath. It was pointless to make things hard for a servant, so she turned and went downstairs.

Downstairs, the lights were still brightly lit. The night-duty servant saw her coming down and quickly approached, ”Young Madam, is there anything you need?”

”Get me something to eat.” She was hungry.

Sophie found it odd herself, having eaten a good dinner, yet feeling hungry at this hour, how strange...

The servant looked delighted, ”Young Madam, how about some soup noodles?”

”Sure.”

After speaking, Sophie turned and sat on the sofa, determined to see when Thomas Shannon would return.

Harry, having heard some noise from somewhere, quietly bounded over to Sophie, his increasingly chubby and round body struggling to climb into her embrace.

After settling in, he lifted his fluffy head and meowed at her.

Sophie tugged one of his whiskers a couple of times, causing Harry to let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

”Quiet down, okay?”

Harry looked at her innocently, not daring to misbehave.

At 2 a.m., Inside the Restaurant, the faint clinking sound of a soup spoon against a ceramic bowl resonated.

Coming in from outside with a hint of cold air, Thomas Shannon paused, tilting his head to look toward the restaurant, ”Who’s in the restaurant?”

The servant jogged two steps forward, ”Young Master, it’s the Young Madam having a midnight snack.”

She’s awake?

Thomas Shannon instinctively moved towards the restaurant. Sophie, in her sleep gown, was holding a spoon in one hand drinking soup, while the other hand twirled noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, eating unhurriedly.

Her long hair, like seaweed, flowed gently down her back, and under the dazzling light, her profile was as stunning as an oil painting of a fairy.

Harry curled up in her embrace, occasionally lifting a paw to touch her arm, wanting some too.

This serene and harmonious scene was something Thomas Shannon didn’t want to disturb.

Clank—

The soup spoon clattered into the bowl, striking the ceramic with a crisp sound.

Sophie put down her chopsticks, picked up a napkin, and elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth, ”Have you seen enough?”

Thomas Shannon smiled, curling his lips, and sat beside her, completely ignoring why he had left in the middle of the night, ”Have you finished eating? Just as well, I’m also hungry...”

With that, he pulled the bowl in front of her over to himself, picked up the chopsticks she had used, and began to eat.

Sophie glared at him furiously, ”I haven’t finished eating yet!”

Thomas Shannon lifted his head with a mischievous smile, ”Really? I thought you were done. Should I give it back?”

Sophie gave him an exasperated look, crossing her arms over her chest, her delicate chin arrogantly raised, ”Tell me, where did you sneak off to behind my back?”

If she hadn’t woken up from hunger in the middle of the night, she wouldn’t have known he sneaked out while she was asleep.

”Something came up at the company, I went to a meeting.”

”A meeting in the middle of the night?” Sophie mocked him, ”Then how much overtime pay do your company’s senior executives receive?”

Thomas Shannon took a sip of soup, asking with great interest, ”Interested in our company’s pay rates?”