Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 469 - 471: Don’t Kill Me... Please...

Harry disregarded everything and jumped onto his legs, meowing incessantly. Just as he raised his hand to toss it aside, Harry leaped to the ground.

It bit his bathrobe and tugged, trying to pull him outward.

Harry could be naughty, but whenever it acted like this, something was definitely wrong.

Thomas Shannon said to the K Group’s senior executives, "The meeting is paused for ten minutes."

With that, he stood up and followed Harry out of the study room.

Harry sprinted off, its roly-poly body surprisingly agile, not slowing it down at all as it dashed straight to the bedroom door.

Thomas Shannon approached the bedroom door, a suspicious look on his face. He could faintly hear pained groans coming from inside.

His heart plummeted, and without a second thought, he pushed the door open.

A dim wall lamp cast a faint glow in the room. Sophie Sullivan’s body was curled up on the bed, wracked by uncontrollable convulsions.

She was muttering something, the words too indistinct for him to understand.

"MEOW!" Harry charged forward, attempting to leap onto the bed.

But its considerable weight proved to be its downfall; it tumbled clumsily in mid-air before flopping to the ground.

Its plump body rolled a few times on the ground before coming to a stop. Harry lifted its head, looking utterly bewildered.

It was starting to question the very meaning of being a cat.

"Maniac!" Thomas Shannon rushed to her side, helped her sit up, and gathered her into his arms, letting her lean against him.

He raised his hand to gently stroke her forehead, and his palm came away slick with sweat.

Sophie Sullivan bit her lower lip hard, her gaze vacant. "...Don’t kill me... Don’t..."

’Don’t kill her?’ Was she having another nightmare? This time, she dreamt someone wanted to kill her?

"Charlie River!" Thomas Shannon roared.

Charlie River, hearing the summons, hurried into the bedroom. "Young Master, I’m here."

"Get me a wet towel."

"Yes, Young Master."

Charlie River quickly went into the bath chamber, wrung out a wet towel, and also brought out a dry one.

"Young Master, here."

Thomas Shannon took the wet towel and gently wiped the cold sweat from Sophie Sullivan’s face. The soft towel brushed her skin, bringing a wave of coolness.

Sophie Sullivan’s blank stare gradually began to focus.

She looked at Thomas Shannon, her lips moved, and after a long moment, she finally managed to utter his name, "...Thomas Shannon."

"I’m here." Thomas Shannon finished wiping the cold sweat from her face, then gently cleaned her neck and the nape of her neck.

Judging by how drenched her sleep gown was, she must have been soaked in a cold sweat; it was completely wet through.

This wasn’t the first time she’d awakened from a nightmare, but it was the first time he’d seen her like this—convulsing uncontrollably, trapped in her terror, unable to break free. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Her condition was even worse than he’d imagined. If this went on, her body would likely give out before her memories ever returned.

Sensing her vulnerability, Thomas Shannon glanced at Charlie River. "You can go first."

"Yes, Young Master." Just as Charlie River was about to turn, he added, "Young Master, should I call a doctor?"

Thomas Shannon looked at Sophie Sullivan, cupping her face with one hand. "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Sophie Sullivan shook her head. Her eyes, washed by tears, seemed to hold a lingering sheen of moisture.

In their hazy depths, there was a touch of heart-wrenching fragility.

Exquisitely delicate, stirring one’s heart.

"No need," Thomas Shannon told Charlie River, who nodded.

He turned and left the bedroom, also scooping up Harry, who was still sprawled on the carpet, deep in existential feline doubt.

Once the bedroom door was closed, Sophie Sullivan wrapped her arms around Thomas Shannon’s lean waist and buried her head deeply in his embrace.