Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 102: So now, Thomas Shannon still likes you, right?

Charlie River glanced at the Young Master’s face and instantly understood. "Who let you in?"

Amelia Shaw looked at Charlie, who was outspokenly making things difficult for her, and then at Thomas Shannon, who remained silent. Aggrieved, she bit her lip. "I... I already knocked."

"The study room is a restricted area. Without the Young Master’s permission, no one is allowed to set foot inside. Don’t you know that?"

"I... I really didn’t know."

Charlie frowned deeply. "This is one of the rules that all servants must know."

Amelia Shaw’s face flushed red from Charlie’s scolding. She lowered her head. "Charlie, I just wanted to make some food for Thomas Shannon. I saw he was still busy in the study room so late, and I was worried about him... You don’t have to yell at me like this. I know I was wrong."

"Get out."

Thomas Shannon, who had been silent the entire time, was concise.

Amelia Shaw raised her head in disbelief, her expression stunned. "Thomas Shannon, what did you say?"

"I don’t want to repeat myself." Thomas Shannon pointed towards the doorway.

The order to leave was already abundantly clear.

Amelia Shaw’s breath hitched. He really wanted her to leave... It was truly heartbreaking.

"Alright, I’ll go. I’ve left a midnight snack for you here. Remember to eat it later. The red wine has already been allowed to breathe; it’s perfect to drink now."

While carefully offering these reminders, Amelia Shaw methodically placed the midnight snacks one by one on the tea table.

Picking up the tray, she reluctantly bit her lip, her gaze lingering on the handsome man. "Thomas Shannon, I’m leaving..."

Thomas Shannon didn’t spare her even a glance.

Filled with disappointment, Amelia Shaw left the study room, quietly shutting the door behind her.

Thomas Shannon lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and began to smoke in silence.

Charlie, standing by his side, couldn’t fathom his intentions and could only remain silent.

After finishing the cigarette, Thomas Shannon stubbed out the butt and addressed the senior executives waiting on the video call, "Continue the meeting."

After leaving the study room, an unwilling Amelia Shaw quietly approached the door of Thomas Shannon’s bedroom.

She tentatively pushed the door open. Inside, the furnishings and decoration had all changed.

It was still decorated in cool tones, but it looked different from two years ago.

She stepped into the bedroom, turned on the light, and walked further in.

Sophie Sullivan was just about to fall asleep when the sudden glare of the light irritated her eyes. She put a hand over her eyes and mumbled a complaint, "Thomas Shannon, turn off the light."

Amelia Shaw froze, her body stiffening where she stood.

Why was she here?

How could this ugly woman be lying on Thomas Shannon’s bed?

What in the world was their relationship?

If it was all just an act to anger her, then why was she lying on Thomas Shannon’s bed now?

The footsteps had stopped, but there was no further movement. fгeewebnovёl.com

Confused, Sophie squinted her eyes open a crack. Seeing Amelia Shaw in the bedroom, her mind cleared instantly.

She sat up abruptly, her brow furrowed and her expression tense. "Who let you in?"

Amelia Shaw shivered slightly. "And you? Who allowed you in?"

Sophie found it amusing. Even now, how could Amelia not understand who had allowed her in?

Without Thomas Shannon’s permission, could she enter here?

Without Thomas Shannon’s permission, could she lie so brazenly on his bed?

Rubbing her temple with one hand, Sophie chuckled. She lowered her head slightly, then raised the corners of her eyes, glancing at Amelia indifferently. "You guess."