Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 56: Can I Leave Now?

With a hint of condescending pity, she said, "You can stop now."

Minimus Hart raised her head, a wave of dizziness washing over her. She asked in a trembling voice, "Can I leave now?"

"No rush."

Sophie Sullivan chuckled softly and stood up. "Let me ask you, can I enter the Young Master’s bedroom?"

Anger welled up in Minimus Hart’s chest. "Yes."

"Heh heh, you sang a different tune when the Young Master wasn’t around."

After her taunt, Sophie Sullivan walked to the bedside and sat on the bed. "The Young Master’s bed—can I sleep in it?"

Minimus Hart lowered her head, squeezing her eyes shut. "I don’t know. That’s up to the Young Master."

Very good, she still knows how to pass the buck to Thomas Shannon.

Sophie turned her head to look at Thomas Shannon, who had been silent, watching the drama unfold from start to finish. "Young Master, you tell me, can I sleep in your bed?"

Minimus Hart’s heart leaped to her throat. Don’t say it! she screamed internally. Don’t! She can’t!

Unfortunately, her hopes were dashed. Thomas Shannon’s thin lips parted slightly. "Yes."

BOOM. Minimus Hart felt as if her mind had exploded.

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Thomas Shannon’s answer took Sophie Sullivan by surprise. She hadn’t expected him to be so cooperative, and her confidence instantly soared.

"Did you hear that, Minimus Hart?" Sophie Sullivan was like a triumphant general, her chin lifted slightly, her eyes glinting with arrogance and contempt.

"Yes, I heard."

"Have you remembered?"

Minimus Hart lowered her head, the movement tugging at the wounds on her back, sending a sharp pain through her. "I remember."

"Good. Now, call in those two maids who helped you torture and torment me these past few days."

Sophie’s eyes darkened. "Well? Still not going?" Her imperious rebuke made her sound like the lofty master, a far cry from a humble slave.

Minimus Hart was resentful but helpless; the Young Master siding with Sophie had been completely unexpected. Now, she could only swallow her indignation. She could only look forward to the day the Young Master would tire of Sophie, waiting for the day Sophie would fall from grace.

Minimus Hart retreated and left the bedroom.

Sophie got up to leave but was held back by Thomas Shannon. He studied her, his gaze complex.

"What are you looking at? Think I went too far?"

Sophie shrugged nonchalantly. "When you weren’t here, she wanted me dead. I was already being considerate of you."

"Why did she want you dead?" In Thomas Shannon’s perception, Minimus Hart had always been an excellent slave. She was loyal and highly capable. She had never failed a mission assigned to her. Not to mention, this time she had returned having performed a great service, despite her injuries.

Sophie Sullivan was stunned for a few seconds, then asked with a faint smile, "My dear Young Master, you greatly underestimate a woman’s jealousy."

"Jealousy?"

Sophie leaned in, her slender, pale index finger prodding his chest through his shirt. "I heard them say I’m the first woman to climb into your bed. Do you think they wouldn’t be jealous of me?" These servants, though they revered their master as a god in their hearts, couldn’t resist his devastating allure and fantasized about possessing him.

Thomas Shannon grabbed her slender waist with one hand and, taking her other hand from his chest, asked meaningfully, "I’ve satisfied your request. Isn’t it your turn now?"

Sophie stiffened, her tone turning a shade colder as she subtly tried to put some distance between them. "My business isn’t finished. There are still two people I haven’t dealt with..."