Chapter 403 - 405: Why Aren’t You Following the Script?

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Chapter 403 of "Pampered by My Secret Husband" starts revealing the story: In front of Thomas Shannon, surely *she* isn’t trying to... make things difficult for *me*,... Don’t miss it!

In front of Thomas Shannon, surely *she* isn’t trying to... make things difficult for *me*, is she?Sophie Sullivan put down her knife and fork, leaning lazily against the chair back. The corner of her mouth hooked up slightly. "Do you see anyone in my eyes other than yourself? In other words, your question is nonsense." Raina Bell’s face flushed. She lowered her head, her voice tinged with obvious fear. "My name is Raina Bell." "The ’Pan’ and ’Yu’ of your name—which characters are they?" Sophie asked. Raina bit her lip. "The ’Pan’ with the three-dot water radical, and the ’Yu’ from ’raindrop’." "What a cute little ’Raindrop’." Sophie tilted her head, looking at Thomas Shannon. He claimed to be starving, yet he ate with perfect elegance, every movement exuding grace and nobility. "Thomas Shannon, don’t you think so?" she asked. Raina Bell carefully lowered her head, not daring to breathe too loudly. She had not expected the maniac to be even more audacious than Minimus Hart had described—and even more capricious! Thomas Shannon lowered his head, cut the soft-boiled egg, and fed her a bite. "Eat your breakfast." Sophie looked disgusted but had to swallow it. "What, feeling sorry for her now?" Thomas Shannon’s expression relaxed, but he neither denied nor admitted it. His noncommittal attitude was what made him the most difficult for Sophie to figure out. Sophie’s behavior seemed to resemble jealousy. Thomas Shannon was successfully pleased by her. Not only was he not angry, but he even personally fed her breakfast. Their posture was intimate, like an old married couple. Sophie chewed with angry force. "Give me some mashed potatoes." The next second, mashed potatoes were brought to her lips. "Milk." The cup was pressed against her lips. "Bacon." Small pieces of bacon, just enough for her rosy little mouth to eat in one bite, were fed to her. Sophie’s patience was truly wearing thin with this baffling fellow. The more annoyed she became, the more she wanted to torment Thomas Shannon. She deliberately made him serve her, ensuring he couldn’t enjoy his own breakfast. Accidentally, she knocked over the milk. The milk flowed down the table surface, dirtying his black trousers. The white milk spilled on his black trousers resembled a certain shameful liquid. Sophie insincerely apologized, "I’m sorry; my hand slipped." Chapters fırst released on novel(ꜰ)ire.net Thomas Shannon sneered, "What a precise slip." Raina Bell, who had been observing the situation, noticed Thomas Shannon’s trousers were dirtied by the milk and immediately brought a towel over. "Young Master, let me wipe it for you." Her hand stretched out, but before it could touch him, her wrist was intercepted by another hand in mid-air. Sophie smirked. "Didn’t you know that Young Master Shannon likes female slaves to serve him on their knees?" Raina Bell immediately knelt down without a word. "No, no, that’s not enough." Sophie still held her hand, not letting her move. "He also likes female slaves dressed in bunny girl costumes to serve him on their knees." Raina Bell’s face turned as red as blood, looking as if it were about to spill from beneath her thin skin. She stammered, "Maniac, let go of me first..." TSK TSK. Sophie shook her head in disappointment. "According to the script, at this moment, you should be crying that I hurt your hand, then look pitifully at Thomas Shannon with teary eyes, asking him to stand up for you." She frowned in disappointment. "Why don’t you follow the script?" "Maniac, I don’t know what you’re talking about," Raina Bell said, lowering her eyelids, her kneeling body trembling slightly. "I’m just the Young Master’s slave. My duty is to serve the Young Master wholeheartedly. I wasn’t thinking of anything else, nor do I dare to hope for more." "Enough." Thomas Shannon grabbed Sophie’s hand, applying slight pressure.

Chapter 403 - 405: Why Aren’t You Following the Script?

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