Chapter 453 - 455: Tell me, what are you laughing at?

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Chapter 453 of "Pampered by My Secret Husband" starts with dramatic events: Harry slowly took a few steps forward, then suddenly turned around, bit Thomas Shannon’s trousers... Discover what happens!

Harry slowly took a few steps forward, then suddenly turned around, bit Thomas Shannon’s trousers cuffs, and started dragging him outside.Thomas Shannon was momentarily speechless. Has this cat gotten bolder?! Charlie River held back a laugh. "Young Master, Harry is asking you to come along." Thomas Shannon chuckled lightly, crouched down, and tugged Harry’s ears. "You dare to command me, huh?" "MEOW~" Harry shook his head twice and rubbed affectionately against Thomas Shannon’s trousers. "Young Master, I heard from the nurse that Harry was thrown out of the little maniac’s room today." Thomas Shannon’s lips curved slightly. He tapped Harry’s head. "Coward." Picking up Harry with one hand, Thomas Shannon rose and walked out. Minimus Hart chased after him. "Young Master, dinner is about to start. Where are you going?" "The medical office." Minimus Hart clenched his fists. Is the Young Master going to personally bring the little maniac back? Knowing that Sophie Sullivan was still angry, Thomas Shannon couldn’t go directly to her. Arriving at the medical office, he put Harry down and signaled for him to take the lead. Harry, indeed, didn’t disappoint. He strutted bravely and spiritedly into Sophie Sullivan’s room. It was dinner time, and a nurse had brought Sophie Sullivan her meal. She sat on the sofa, leisurely eating. Suddenly, she saw an uninvited guest rush in. She put down her chopsticks and asked, slightly exasperated, "Why are you here again?" "MEOW." Harry stared intently at the fish on the tea table. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. No dried small fish? A big fish will do! Sophie Sullivan beckoned. "Harry, come here." Harry let out an excited "MEOW!" and jumped into Sophie Sullivan’s embrace, rubbing his fluffy head affectionately against her hand. His little head twisted, eyeing the fish. "You..." Sophie Sullivan stroked his fur. Before she could finish speaking, a deep male voice sounded from the doorway. "Harry, how did you get here?" Thomas Shannon’s tall figure, exuding an inherent noble aura, stood in the doorway. His irresistibly handsome face, devoid of expression, was turned towards her. Harry, in Sophie Sullivan’s embrace, remained motionless, as if he hadn’t heard his master’s call. His eyes were fixed only on the delicious fish. Thomas Shannon frowned slightly. He took a long stride forward and walked toward her. Sophie Sullivan pursed her lips. She hadn’t expected to meet him like this. She glanced at him coolly, her expression indifferent, then quickly averted her gaze. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI~Fire.net Putting Harry aside, she picked up her chopsticks and continued eating. Didn’t she see him? Thomas Shannon’s handsome face immediately darkened. His cold eyes swept over the dishes on the tea table. Is this all she’s eating? "Harry, come here." He stood before the tea table, impatiently calling to Harry, who was beside Sophie Sullivan. Harry tilted his fluffy head and meowed. "Come here." His long, well-defined fingers beckoned slightly, his impatience growing. Sophie Sullivan sneered. Does he really expect Harry, a cat, to understand his words? Does he expect Harry to be like his female slaves, treating him with reverence and absolute obedience? How ridiculous. "What are you laughing at?" Thomas Shannon had been wondering how to break the silence, and she had just walked right into it. How could he let her off so easily? Sophie Sullivan feigned ignorance, acting as if she hadn’t heard him. The corners of Thomas Shannon’s mouth curved slightly, his thin lips holding a very faint smile. He walked around the tea table and came to her side. Looking down at her from his superior height, he lifted a hand. He placed it on her head, slowly sliding it down. Then, he tilted her chin up. "Tell me, what are you laughing at?"

Chapter 453 - 455: Tell me, what are you laughing at?

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