Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 92: So, how to explain this woman...?

At the cloakroom, they changed clothes, put on makeup, and styled their hair.

Sophie was stuck in a chair, unable to move, as the maids bustled around her.

Downstairs, Thomas Shannon held Harry, looking at Amelia Shaw standing just a few steps away from him.

She was the same as two years ago, seemingly unchanged, with soft, shiny long hair cascading down her shoulders and across her chest.

Her delicate face had an air of literary refinement, and she stood gracefully, forming a sight of her own.

Amelia might not be the most beautiful, but her temperament was the most unique.

Her aura was like a gentle orchid in a secluded valley or a cool lotus in a summer breeze. It carried a refreshing fragrance that lingered around the tip of her nose, impossible to disperse.

"Thomas, how have you been after not seeing you for two years?" Amelia asked in a gentle, soft-spoken voice, tilting her head slightly.

As she finished speaking, she smiled with a curve of her mouth, revealing two small dimples that were sweet and adorable.

Her half-closed eyes shimmered with a moving radiance.

"MEOW." Harry raised his head, ready to pounce. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Thomas Shannon pressed him down with one hand, lazily raising his eyelids, his sexy thin lips holding a faint smile. "I’m fine."

Amelia Shaw smiled slightly, sighing with relief. "Then I can rest easy."

Edward Benson took a seat on the sofa and hesitated for a moment. Turning to Amelia, he said, "You can sit down too, no need to stand."

"But Thomas hasn’t spoken yet, and I don’t dare," Amelia joked, the sweet smile on the corner of her mouth clearly teasing.

Where was any hint of fear or apprehension?

Edward Benson glanced at Thomas Shannon. Since he had already allowed her to return, was he really going to make a fuss over such a trivial matter?

Just as Amelia Shaw herself was feeling uncertain, she heard footsteps coming down from upstairs.

High heels clicked against the staircase, one step after another, the sound crisp and distant.

Amelia looked towards the source of the sound, and as she did so, her whole body tensed.

Sophie Sullivan came into sight, her hand resting lightly on a maid’s arm. Her delicate chin was slightly raised, and her fair neck was as graceful as a white swan.

The luxury brand’s high-end customization worn by her added a new dimension to her glamour.

Beautiful, proud, and noble...

The gorgeous ruby mask covered half of her face, casting a mysterious veil over her entire figure.

Amelia Shaw found her heart pounding. Who was this woman?

What was her relationship with Thomas?

Hadn’t Edward said that Thomas hadn’t had any women by his side for the past two years?

Then how could this woman be explained...?

Sophie Sullivan’s hazy eyes briefly swept over Amelia Shaw, then settled on Thomas Shannon.

So, *this* was Miss Shaw?

Sophie’s red lips slightly curved. She stopped and let go of the maid. Raising her hand, she let it hover in mid-air. "Thomas Shannon."

Thomas Shannon smiled. She really was a clever woman.

Letting go of Harry, he stood up, walked over to Sophie, took her hand, and led her to sit down on the sofa. "Why did you come down?"

He played his part well! Sophie Sullivan mused. Wasn’t it he who had asked her to come down?

Complaining inwardly, Sophie maintained a calm appearance and didn’t pay any attention to Amelia Shaw, who was still standing. "I slept too long, and my head hurts a bit," she said.

She raised her hand, her slender white fingers gently pressing against her forehead.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands took over the task. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Mm," Sophie murmured softly, leaning into his embrace as she did so.