Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 610 - 613: I advise you, don’t anger the Young Master

Everyone felt threatened, hardly daring to breathe. In their hearts, they all grieved for Sophie Sullivan. She was the first person to dare to slap Young Master. Her fate, without a doubt, would be extremely miserable.

Thomas Shannon’s face darkened, his deep eyes, seemingly frosted over, like threatening shards of ice piercing straight towards her. His thin lips were pressed tightly. For that slap, Sophie had used all her strength. Now, a handprint was visible on his handsome, fair face. He remained silent, the chilling aura he exuded was suffocating.

Sophie bit the corner of her mouth. Just the thought that Raina Bell could still escape punishment, that she could remain unscathed after everything she had done, made her unable to suppress her anger. She couldn’t stop herself from wanting to confront him, to cause a scene.

"Thomas Shannon, we’re done!" Sophie withdrew her gaze, stubbornly straightening her back, and turned to leave.

To hell with Thomas Shannon! To hell with restoring her looks! She didn’t want any of it! She wanted none of it! At worst, she would just return to Country F with Lucifer, bearing this face.

"Stop!" Thomas Shannon’s deep, icy voice echoed behind her. It was like ice, sending a chill from her feet upwards.

Sophie turned a deaf ear and continued walking. Charlie River immediately blocked her path. "Young Master told you to stop!"

"Get out of my way!" Sophie tried to push Charlie River aside with one hand, shoving him, but found he stood firm, unmoved.

She nodded fiercely, a cold sneer playing on her lips, and tried to walk around him. Charlie River shifted his feet, again blocking her path. "Didn’t you hear Young Master’s words?"

By now, Sophie was furious. Seizing the moment while Charlie River was speaking, she reached out and snatched the pistol tucked into his waistband. She gripped the pistol with both hands, skillfully chambered a round, and aimed the muzzle at Charlie River. "I’ll say it again, move!"

"Maniac, let me give you a piece of advice: don’t provoke Young Master. The consequences are more than you can bear," Charlie River said cryptically, his gaze flickering past her to someone behind.

Just as Sophie sensed something was amiss, an arm snaked around her waist. Her body was suddenly lifted into the air; she was hoisted onto someone’s shoulder, and in the same instant, Charlie River snatched the pistol back.

"Thomas Shannon, you bastard!"

The man’s face was dark as he landed a hard slap on her rear.

SMACK!

Pain flared in Sophie’s rear, and she struggled even more fiercely. "Bastard! Beast!"

Thomas Shannon said nothing and slapped her again.

Sophie, forgetting her pride, immediately clapped her hands over her rear. "You rascal!"

It hurt so much! The pain was killing her!

Thomas Shannon carried her on his shoulder, strode quickly upstairs, kicked open the bedroom door, and threw her onto the bed.

Her body bounced heavily a few times. Before Sophie could react, Thomas Shannon had pulled off his tie and used it to bind her hands.

The man’s face was grim, his dark eyes looking as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her. His grip was strong and ruthless. Her hands were bound tightly with the tie, and each time she struggled, it only tightened further.

She felt as if her blood vessels were being constricted, and her hands began to grow cold.

With one hand, Thomas Shannon unbuttoned his shirt; with the other, he seized her ankle, pulling her struggling, twisting body towards him.

His black shirt was tossed to the floor with a flick of his fair hand.

In an instant, the man’s tall, imposing body pressed down on her. Sophie was pinned tightly, unable to move.

Their bodies were flush against each other, with no space between them.

He was very heavy. Sophie was crushed beneath him, struggling to breathe, her chest feeling unbearably tight.