Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 98: Are you angry with me?

Her sexy posture, with a hint of coquettishness, was tempting.

"Young Master, please have some tea."

As his thoughts swirled, a vaguely familiar female voice reached his ears.

Thomas Shannon slowly lifted his head, his cold eyes shooting out a gaze as sharp as a knife blade. Amelia Shaw, dressed in the uniform of a servant, held a tray, a slight smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?"

Ice instantly covered Thomas Shannon’s handsome face as he stood up abruptly. "Butler, get over here this instant!"

Hearing the Young Master’s furious roar, the butler scurried over, bowing respectfully. "Young Master, you called for me?"

Thomas Shannon pointed at Amelia Shaw, his eyes brutally cold and dark. "Tell me, who let her in?"

"Y-Young Master, Miss Shaw was selected after successfully passing our recruitment assessment."

The butler hadn’t expected that the recruitment announcement would not only attract many girls eager to work at Shannons’ Manor but also Amelia Shaw.

When Amelia Shaw arrived, she had made it clear that she hoped he, the butler, wouldn’t resort to any petty tricks and that everyone would follow the established rules and procedures.

The butler hadn’t thought highly of her and didn’t believe she could pass the assessment to successfully enter the manor.

But she had proved him wrong.

Amelia Shaw had not only met all the strict, almost draconian, conditions and requirements but was also the top scorer among the newly hired maidservants, possessing the most outstanding abilities.

The butler had no choice but to employ her.

The butler wasn’t sure of the Young Master’s true feelings—whether he still harbored any affection for Miss Shaw—so he had to bite the bullet and hire her.

Amelia Shaw clutched the tray nervously and stepped forward, shielding the butler. "Thomas Shannon, I chose to come here myself; it has nothing to do with the butler. If you’re angry, just scold me."

Her moist eyes looked at him timidly, like a lost deer in a misty forest. Her clear, innocent eyes held a hint of helpless confusion. Such a sight was heart-wrenching, capable of stirring a protective instinct in anyone.

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed tightly as he glared at her, his gaze like a dagger. Amelia Shaw flinched. "Thomas Shannon... are you angry with me?"

"..."

"I don’t have a penny to my name; I can only work to support myself."

"..."

"If you’re angry, then I..." Tears welled in Amelia Shaw’s eyes, and she bit her lip hard.

Thomas Shannon snorted, taking a step closer to her. "If I’m angry, then what will you do?"

"I... I..." Amelia Shaw retreated in fear. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Thomas Shannon sneered. "Get out. I’ll only say this once."

Seeing her reminded him of their ridiculous past.

So, the best solution was to make her get out!

Amelia Shaw frantically shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She was crying pitifully as the tray in her hands clattered to the floor. "Thomas Shannon, please don’t send me away... I know I was wrong, I really do."

"Young Master..."

Suddenly, a maid’s panicked cry came from outside.

Thomas Shannon turned his head at the sound. A maid stumbled in, pursued by a maniac wielding a fruit knife.

The maid, pale with fright, instinctively ran towards Thomas Shannon. "Young Master, the maniac is going crazy again!"

Amelia Shaw blinked away her tears, staring at Sophie Sullivan in shock.

Why... Why is she so hideous?

Half of her face was simply unbearable to look at!

If she appeared late at night, she’d probably scare a timid baby into crying.

What is this woman doing?

She’s holding a knife. Is she planning to kill someone?