Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 103: Save My Life!

"What exactly is your relationship with Thomas Shannon?"

"We sleep in the same bed. What do you think our relationship could be?"

Since she’d already been woken up and was in a foul mood, Sophie Sullivan went all out. "Use your brain and think carefully, what kind of relationship do I have with Thomas Shannon?"

"Hmph, you’re just a bed warmer. What right do you have to show off in front of me?"

Amelia Shaw bit her lip. "When Thomas Shannon liked me, you were nowhere to be found!"

"So, you’re trying to tell me that Thomas Shannon still likes you now, is that it?" Sophie Sullivan picked up a strand of her hair and twirled it around her fingers. "Why don’t we go find Thomas Shannon right now and ask him to his face, how about that?"

"You..." Amelia Shaw hadn’t expected her to be so sharp-tongued!

But soon, Amelia Shaw found a point of attack. "A disfigured, ugly woman like you? Where do you get the confidence that Thomas Shannon would like you? You’re daydreaming!"

"No, no, no. You should put your hand on your heart and ask yourself why Thomas Shannon doesn’t like you, even though you’re not disfigured or ugly. The problem lies with you, not me."

Sophie Sullivan was fearless. She provocatively hooked the corner of her mouth into a smirk. "Besides, I’m so ugly, yet Thomas Shannon still lets me sleep with him in the same bed. Don’t you think you’ve lost rather miserably?"

"You! Don’t get ahead of yourself. Thomas Shannon is not someone you can handle!" Amelia Shaw said, exasperated.

"Whether I can handle him or not, I don’t know. But I do know that I can sleep with him, and you can’t. That’s the point." Sophie Sullivan casually twirled a strand of her hair, chuckling softly.

"You!" Amelia Shaw glared at her angrily.

How could there be such a shameless person! All she talks about is sharing a bed, sleeping in the same bed! Hasn’t she any shame?!

"Believe it or not, if I scream right now, you’ll be the one to suffer?" Sophie Sullivan had a gleam of amusement in her eyes.

Amelia Shaw had come uninvited, entering the bedroom without permission, which was already a major taboo for Thomas Shannon.

Furthermore, Sophie Sullivan had never been particularly lenient with people who disturbed her sleep.

Before Amelia Shaw could understand her true intentions, Sophie Sullivan had already curled her lips into a smile and shouted—

"Help!"

Stared at by Sophie Sullivan’s amused eyes, Amelia Shaw didn’t know if she should run at that moment.

Her legs felt rooted to the ground, unable to move.

Even though she knew in her heart that she should leave immediately—the sooner, the better.

But her legs wouldn’t obey her...

Perhaps, deep down, she also wanted to know who was more important to Thomas Shannon: her or this maniac.

Footsteps sounded, and a maid entered.

"What’s going on?" the maid asked, looking at the two people inside the bedroom.

Sophie Sullivan pulled the silk quilt higher with one hand to cover herself. "She’s trying to kill me."

"No, she’s lying!" Amelia Shaw frantically shook her head in denial.

The maid looked at Sophie Sullivan, then at Amelia Shaw, finding it difficult to judge. "Amelia Shaw, please go downstairs first."

Sophie Sullivan was displeased. What did the maid mean by ’go downstairs first’? Were they planning to just let this slide? They’d have to see if she agreed to that.

"Hold on." Sophie Sullivan stared at the maid with an unreadable smile. "It’s not your place to speak here. Go get Thomas Shannon."

The maid gasped. This little maniac was so audacious! How dare she casually use the Young Master’s full name!

Amelia Shaw clenched her fists, unwilling. She stood her ground, feeling angry and resentful. Ultimately, she didn’t listen to the maid and go downstairs.