Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 53: Go and accept the punishment herself!

With one hand rubbing Harry’s head, Thomas Shannon asked casually, "What has the maniac been up to while I was away?"

Harry, curled up in his master’s embrace, contentedly closed his eyes for a nap.

Minimus Hart knew the maniac must have said something to him.

She replied respectfully, "Young Master, after you left, I arranged work for the maniac: cleaning the swimming pool, tidying up, moving the animals from the dark room to the courtyard to get some sun... These are the tasks the maids usually do on weekdays. Since you said the maniac is one of us, I assigned her the same tasks as the maids."

"That’s it?" Thomas Shannon’s tone rose, his deep voice carrying an intimidating force without showing anger.

Minimus Hart knelt before him, her body humbly pressed to the floor. "Young Master, every word I said is true."

"Then why didn’t you arrange for a doctor to treat her when she was sick for two days?"

Minimus Hart trembled. "Young Master, the maniac didn’t tell me she was feeling unwell..."

"Heh." Thomas Shannon sneered. "So you mean, it’s the maniac’s own fault?"

"Young Master, I dare not."

Thomas Shannon had no intention of getting involved in the women’s fights. He had always known that the maniac was not to be underestimated. Her words couldn’t be completely trusted either.

"Go and receive your punishment!" His low shout startled Harry awake in his embrace.

Harry’s eyes widened, looking innocently at Thomas Shannon.

Minimus Hart felt a great sense of injustice but did not dare to argue. "Yes, Young Master."

Minimus Hart got up and slowly retreated.

...

Sophie Sullivan woke up, alone in the spacious bedroom.

She slowly sat up and raised a hand to her forehead, feeling as if her fever had subsided quite a bit.

Her mouth parched, she got out of bed and poured herself a cup of water.

Just as she was about to drink, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

Sophie stared blankly at Thomas Shannon. He was holding Harry and frowned slightly as he asked, "Awake?"

"Mm-hmm." Sophie nodded and drank her water.

"How do you feel?"

Just as she was about to say she felt a little better, Sophie swallowed her words.

No, I haven’t taught Minimus Hart a lesson yet. I can’t compromise now.

Sophie put down the glass, sat weakly on the sofa, and pressed a hand to her forehead. "I feel so dizzy..."

Thomas Shannon came to her side. Harry jumped from his embrace, then tentatively touched Sophie’s leg with a claw. "MEOW."

Thomas Shannon remained silent. Sophie grew impatient and looked up. "Why don’t you ask me how I can get better?"

"Then tell me, how can you get better?"

Sophie blinked, hardly believing the man before her, so agreeable, was truly Thomas Shannon!

Is he possessed?

Sophie licked her dry lips. "If you make Minimus Hart kneel and apologize to me, I’ll feel better. If once isn’t enough, then twice. I’ll definitely feel better."

Seeing her babble nonsense with such a straight face, Thomas Shannon couldn’t help but smile.

He smiled?

Does that mean he’s willing to negotiate?

Encouraged, Sophie stood up, grabbed his arm, and looked up at him expectantly. "Young Master, will you agree or not?"

"What if I don’t?"

"If you don’t, then you’ll never see me again."

He shouldn’t think I don’t know he’s still somewhat interested in me.

As a woman, I have that much intuition.

He has his needs, and I have my demands.