Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 77: Regretting it Now?

After hearing Sophie’s words, the maid quickly kowtowed and cried, "Young Master, we know we were wrong. Please don’t drive us away!"

"Young Master, once unfaithful, always unreliable." Sophie added fuel to the fire, as if fearing the matter wasn’t serious enough.

"Charlie River."

Standing aside, Charlie River stepped forward. "Young Master, your orders."

"Get a horse whip for her."

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It was a horse whip from inside the castle, specifically used for punishment.

Each lash on the skin would invariably split it open, leaving flesh crushed and mangled.

Sophie was satisfied. She took the horse whip, weighed it in her hand, and remarked, "Quite something."

The maids trembled, prostrating themselves on the ground.

CRACK.

The horse whip struck the ground, letting out a crisp sound that made one’s blood boil.

Sophie savored the intoxicating pleasure of controlling others’ fates. The horse whip in her hand was no longer just a whip for punishment.

It was a scepter that could alter destinies.

The two maidens trembled all over. Sophie lowered her head. "Do you regret it now?"

"We... we regret it..."

"Too late."

Sophie’s expression was cold, her bewitching eyes shimmering with a cold light.

The two servants shuddered, biting their lips hard, not daring to let any cry of pain escape.

This time, Sophie did not intend to let them off easily; she wanted them to remember this lesson.

It would be best if they seared it into their hearts, never daring to make the same mistake for the rest of their lives.

Tossing the horse whip back to Charlie River, Sophie turned to Thomas Shannon and said obediently, "Young Master, I’m going upstairs to take a bath."

The stern man nodded slightly.

With light steps, Sophie went upstairs.

She believed that after tonight, this incident would serve as a warning to those who wished to trip her up and torment her.

She, Sophie Sullivan, held grudges!

The best way to get along was not to become her enemy.

She didn’t actively seek trouble, but if trouble came knocking, she wouldn’t shy away from it.

Thomas Shannon propped his head on one hand, scratching Harry’s chin with the other. His cold eyes gazed at the two shivering maidens. "Take them out."

"Yes, Young Master!"

The luxurious main hall returned to silence.

In the bath chamber, steam rose.

Sophie soaked contentedly in the bathtub. The warm water washed away her fatigue, and her whole body felt comfortable and refreshed.

Her mood was unusually pleasant.

Indeed, only by venting that stifling feeling in her chest could she feel truly happy again.

...

Coming out of the bath chamber, Sophie saw the man, who had returned at some unknown point.

Thomas Shannon poured a glass of red wine and was sipping it. "Did you take your medicine on time?"

"What medicine?"

Thomas Shannon was clearly displeased by her dismissiveness. "The medicine the doctor prescribed for your throat. Did you take it on time?"

She would have liked to take it on time, but she also needed to have the opportunity.

Rolling her eyes inelegantly, Sophie sat down on the sofa. "I didn’t have a chance to."

"Was it no opportunity, or no desire to take it?"

Hearing her hoarse and rough voice always dampened his mood.

Thomas Shannon simply wanted this awful voice of hers to heal as soon as possible, purely for his own sake.

"I’m not stupid. Why wouldn’t I want to take it? Besides, this awful voice—if you can’t stand it, I can’t stand it myself even more."

Who would make things difficult for their better self?

Unless their brain had been kicked by a donkey!

Thomas Shannon’s eyebrow tips twitched slightly. She has a point.

Taking a sip of red wine, he bent down, his thin lips pressing against her red lips.

Sophie’s eyes widened. What is he trying to do?

A mere taste, then he withdrew.

Sophie clenched her small fists in anger and swung at his punchable face. Thomas Shannon calmly caught her fist.

His broad palm enveloped her small fist.

"Your reward."

"Shut up!"