Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 458 - 460: Sleep, Little Poor Thing

The corner of Thomas Shannon’s mouth curled up, and he switched to holding her soft, tiny hand. "Is this better?"

Sophie Sullivan couldn’t believe her own ears. Could this gentle voice really be Thomas Shannon’s?

Minimus Hart’s body stiffened. His heart felt as if it had been slashed open, fresh blood spilling from the wound.

Sophie nodded lightly. "Yes."

The palace vintage luxurious restaurant featured a long dining table, large enough to accommodate thirty people dining together. It was laden with an array of exquisite dishes.

Servants and maids stood in two rows, heads bowed, on either side of the dining table, ready to serve.

Thomas Shannon sat in the first position, and Sophie sat beside him.

A servant handed Sophie a hot towel, and a maid instantly and respectfully offered Thomas Shannon a hot towel to clean his hands.

After wiping her hands, Sophie picked up her soup, blew on it gently, and then took small sips.

Her back was straight, her posture elegant, exuding an indescribable noble air. Her movements as she drank the soup were subtle, making no sound.

Thomas Shannon turned his head, watching her with interest. Sophie raised her eyelids and glared at him. "Can you fill your stomach just by looking at me?"

"A feast for the eyes."

Sophie was speechless. What was wrong with Thomas Shannon today?

She awkwardly changed the subject. "When will George Stanford be back?"

"Didn’t I tell you already? It depends on my mood."

Sophie narrowed her eyes. She put down her soup bowl and rested her chin on one hand. "What will it take to improve your mood?"

"Figure it out for yourself."

Sophie chuckled lightly. "Understood, Young Master Shannon."

She picked up the untouched soup in front of him, stirred it with a soup spoon to help it cool, then scooped up a spoonful and brought it to his thin lips. "The soup is delicious. Try it."

"Blow on it."

Sophie did as instructed. He certainly had a lot of demands.

Only after her red lips had gently blown on it did Thomas Shannon open his mouth and drink it.

"Very sweet," he said, though it was unclear if he was praising her or the soup.

「Nightfall.」

After having the servants replace the wet bedsheet, he lay down with her in his arms.

He brushed the hair from her forehead with one hand and gently planted a kiss there. "Sleep, my poor little girl."

「Later that night,」 Sophie had another nightmare.

Her entire body convulsed uncontrollably, and she mumbled incomprehensible words.

Thomas Shannon leaned closer, trying to listen, but couldn’t make out her words.

Cold sweat soaked her sleep gown, just as before. She was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake.

Thomas Shannon turned on the lamp, fetched a clean towel from the bath chamber, and wiped away the cold sweat drenching her sleep gown.

In her sleep, she suddenly bit her own lip, her red lips turning pale from the force.

Thomas Shannon pinched her chin with one hand, stopping her unconscious self-harm. "Wake up, you little maniac!"

Sophie shivered, trembling all over. Thomas Shannon gently patted her cheek, calling into her ear, "Little maniac, wake up!"

After he called out for a good while, Sophie finally, slowly, regained consciousness.

Her eyes were filled with confusion.

She felt a bewildering sensation, unsure of where she was or even what day it was.