Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 703 - 706: Sophie Sullivan, who gave you the courage?!

"When she sees that maniac, she always tries to find a hiding place to avoid her."

Charlie River said this, secretly observing the expression on his young master’s face.

As expected, Young Master’s eyebrows raised slightly, showing satisfaction.

Charlie River wasn’t lying. Nowadays, the maniac was in a foul mood. Minimus Hart had just suffered terribly at her hands, learning a harsh lesson, and was now desperate to avoid her. How could she dare to go near her and cause trouble?

Thomas Shannon returned to the bedroom. After taking a bath, he emerged, wiping his hair with a towel. His cold eyes surveyed the double bed.

In this deadly silent night, a sense of emptiness suddenly arose in his heart.

Such a big bed should have been shared by two people.

Without that one person, it always felt like something was wrong.

Everything felt empty.

Throwing down the towel, Thomas Shannon turned and walked out.

Downstairs, servants and maids on night duty saw Thomas Shannon coming down. They immediately came forward with a bow, asking, "Young Master, do you have any orders?"

"Where is Harry?"

"Harry seems to be at the medical office..." the servant replied cautiously.

At the medical office?

The corners of Thomas Shannon’s mouth lifted slightly. He nodded and strode out.

Charlie River and the man in black hurriedly followed.

The medical office was quiet at this hour. The corridor was brightly lit, but the rooms themselves were dark.

When Thomas Shannon arrived at Sophie Sullivan’s doorway, a nurse, startled by the footsteps, rushed over. Seeing his imposing figure, she immediately trembled and asked, "Young Master, it’s so late. What are your orders?"

"Shut up!" Thomas Shannon frowned and scolded harshly.

The scolded nurse trembled, not knowing what she had done wrong, and quickly nodded. She didn’t dare to make another sound.

Sophie hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Hearing the noise outside the door, she knew Thomas Shannon had come.

A cold smile touched the corner of her lips. What was he doing here so late?

The noise in the corridor gradually disappeared.

After a long time, the door lock turned with a CLICK, and the door was opened from the outside.

She had a habit of locking the door when sleeping, so she guessed Thomas Shannon must have had someone bring the spare key just now.

Sophie closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

She wanted to see what this disgusting fellow, Thomas Shannon, intended to do.

Pushing open the door, he found the room pitch-dark. By the faint light from the corridor, he vaguely saw a lump under the thin quilt on the bed.

Thomas Shannon tiptoed. After waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he closed the door and walked towards the bedside.

The mattress sank as the man lay down beside her. Realizing what he intended to do, Sophie suddenly sat up and kicked him off the bed.

"Get out!"

With an indignant cry from her, the lights flicked on.

Thomas Shannon, kicked off the bed, had an embarrassed look on his handsome face. Sophie sat on the bed, her lips pressed tight, her expression cold and resentful as she stared at him.

All of this happened too fast for Thomas Shannon to react. He thought she was sleeping soundly, but not only was she awake, she had also given him a heavy kick, sending him right off the bed.

When had Young Master Shannon ever suffered such humiliation?

He stood up, his face livid, thin lips tightly pressed together, his cold eyes blazing with fire. "Sophie, who gave you the guts?!"

"Thomas Shannon, you sneak into my room in the middle of the night, and you dare to question me?"

Thomas Shannon stood by the bedside, looking down at her condescendingly. Sophie felt her imposing air weaken considerably.

She suddenly shot up and stood on the mattress. Looking down at him, she regained her imposing air. "’Get out!’ I’ll only say it once. Now, you get out!"