Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 117: Admit Defeat When It’s Time to Admit Defeat

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Admit Defeat When It’s Time to Admit Defeat

"Since I’m already here, I might as well help you all the way."

Sophie Sullivan: "..."

What did he mean by ’since I’m already here, I might as well help you all the way’? When did Thomas Shannon become so charitable?

Realizing what he intended to do, a hint of panic flashed deep in Sophie’s eyes. "Um... I planned to do it myself. You can leave; I can wash myself."

"Since I promised you, I intend to keep my word."

A wicked smirk played on Thomas Shannon’s lips as he approached her.

Sophie’s breath hitched. She raised a hand, making a stopping gesture. "Wait!"

"What else do you want to say?"

"Um, can I take back what I just said about asking for your help?"

"Too late." He kept approaching.

The distance between them was steadily shrinking.

Sophie’s raised hand remained, blocking his advance. "Young Master, please listen to me. What I meant was, I shouldn’t trouble you. There’s a good saying, isn’t there? ’Handle your own affairs.’ So, please, let me do this myself. Why don’t you go back and rest, alright?"

Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened, his gaze gradually focusing on her. He took in all her nervousness and panic, then his sexy thin lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. "Not so tough now, are you? Why have you chickened out?" freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Hehe. In life, one must know when to be flexible. When it’s time to concede, one concedes."

With a cold snort, Thomas Shannon turned and left the bath chamber.

He had let her off the hook.

Sophie let out a sigh of relief.

「The next day.」

Sophie slept soundly, only slowly stirring awake when she heard a noise.

She opened her eyes; Thomas Shannon was no longer in the spot beside her.

She vaguely heard Minimus Hart’s voice...

"You lot, go into the Young Master’s bedroom and clean it. Change all the bedding..." Minimus Hart, after assigning the mission, asked, "Is everything clear?"

"Understood!" the maids answered in unison.

The next second, the bedroom door was pushed open. The maids filed in one after another, completely ignoring Sophie, who was lying on the bed, and began their methodical work.

Minimus Hart entered the bedroom and stood still in the center.

Seeing Minimus Hart, Sophie finally confirmed that she hadn’t misheard.

That persistent pest, Minimus Hart, was back!

"Minimus Hart, what do you think you’re doing? Can’t you see I’m resting?"

Disturbing my peaceful sleep the moment you return? Are you trying to start a war?

"This is the Young Master’s bedroom. We have a responsibility and a duty to clean and tidy it within the specified length of time."

Minimus Hart raised her hand and glanced at her watch. "You have five minutes to get up. After five minutes, we will be changing the bedding."

"And if I don’t?"

"Then, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to be lifted off the bed."

Sophie found the assertive Minimus Hart amusing and asked teasingly, "Does Thomas Shannon know about this?"

"Of course, the Young Master knows. This is the power he has granted me. I have a responsibility and a duty to be accountable for my duties."

Sophie nodded, indicating her understanding.

Without any fuss, she pulled off the silk quilt and got out of bed. Covering her mouth with one hand, she let out a delicate yawn.

She went into the bath chamber to wash up.

Sophie’s compliance was something Minimus Hart found difficult to get used to for a while.

However, she didn’t dwell on it.

Right now, my biggest enemy is Amelia Shaw. The little maniac... she’s nothing to worry about.

Sophie changed her clothes and slowly went down the stairs for breakfast.

She saw Amelia Shaw, looking glum while wiping a vase.