Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 59: I Am Your Woman

"Maniac, don’t be too wicked." Thomas Shannon slapped her hand away.

"That’s because you saw with your own eyes how they mistreated me. It was a miracle I managed to hold on until you returned to stand up for me." Sophie’s expression turned cold. "If you had returned two days later, you might have seen my corpse."

The maids were terrified. Corpse? These words undoubtedly amounted to accusing them of a serious crime.

"Young Master, it’s not true! Please don’t listen to the maniac’s one-sided story. We didn’t do anything to her!" The maids, terrified, kowtowed repeatedly.

If she hadn’t experienced it personally, being the litigant, Sophie would have almost believed their words.

Furious, she kicked away the maid kneeling before her. "Liars have to swallow a thousand needles. Do you want to try?"

The maids cried out, tears streaming down their faces, "Young Master, we didn’t!"

"Enough!" Thomas Shannon frowned, his voice low as he rebuked them.

Sophie turned her head, her eyes blazing with defiance. "You don’t believe me?"

Her high fever had only just begun to subside, and she had sweated profusely. But at this moment, anger still made her face flush a deep red. Her crimson cheeks could easily be mistaken for the flush of a fever.

Thomas Shannon raised a hand to press his brow. "Go back and lie down."

"I won’t!" Sophie was determined to teach these two maidens a lesson. How could she be content to just return to her bedroom and rest? Wouldn’t all her previous efforts have been wasted?

No one had ever dared to disobey his orders. A frosty expression settled on Thomas Shannon’s handsome face. "I said, go back and lie down."

"You haven’t told me your decision yet." Sophie stubbornly waited for an answer.

"Maniac, absolute obedience. Understood?" Thomas Shannon grasped her hand, squeezing it tightly.

Sophie frowned in pain. Is he trying to break my fingers? Rage ignited in her heart. She wouldn’t submit. "Absolute obedience is for servants. I’m not your servant."

"If you’re not a servant, then what are you?"

"I am..." Sophie hesitated, pausing for three seconds. "I am your woman."

At least none of these servants had ever had that kind of relationship with him. So, in that respect, she was different from them.

Although, in her heart, she hated Thomas Shannon, that bastard. Now, living under his roof, she had to learn when to bow her head.

As for the other scores, they could be settled later.

The corner of Thomas Shannon’s mouth curved slightly. His woman, indeed.

Still holding her hand, he subtly loosened his grip, his cold eyes turning to the man in black. "What are you standing around for? Do as she just said."

His words made the two maidens’ faces turn pale. If the bodyguards did it, wouldn’t their faces be ruined?

The man in black said respectfully, "Yes, Young Master!"

Sophie, still not satisfied, turned her head. "Oh, and if you have any strength left, save a few slaps for Minimus Hart too!"

The words had barely left her lips when her chin was suddenly gripped, and her head was turned to meet a pair of deep, cold eyes.

"Maniac, quit while you’re ahead. Understand?" He had already made enough concessions; he didn’t like greedy women.

"Fine." Reluctantly agreeing, Sophie removed his hand, walked past him, went straight to her bedroom, and lay down on the bed.

The high fever had left her body sore and weak. Now, she desperately needed a good sleep. She hated this weak, sickly feeling; she had to get better quickly.

Thomas Shannon closed the door and turned around, only to find that the maniac had, for once, unexpectedly obeyed him. Lying on the bed with her eyes closed, she looked as if she had fallen asleep.