Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 579 - 582: Sophie Sullivan, you finally spoke your mind

Harry shook his furry little head, letting out a pitiful howl.

I won’t listen! I won’t listen!! Give me back my dried small fish! Give it back!

Thomas Shannon tossed aside the frantic Harry and rose to leave.

Inside the castle, Sophie Sullivan stepped into the kitchen and saw the soup leftover from dinner. She tested the temperature. It was still hot. She fetched a bowl, ladled some soup into it, covered it with a silver lid, and placed it on a tray to carry away.

Just as she was about to step out of the castle, she bumped right into Thomas Shannon, who was heading her way.

Sophie Sullivan frowned impatiently. "Why are you everywhere?"

Thomas Shannon’s gaze fell to the tray in her hands. Then, his cool gaze returned to her face. The impatient expression there all but screamed her dislike for him.

He hadn’t even shown his disdain for her yet, and she had the audacity to despise him first?

The man took a long stride, closing in on her.

Sophie’s expression turned guarded, and she retreated a step.

"Heh. What are you afraid of?"

Sophie stiffened her neck, her chin tilting up slightly as she sneered, "Me? Afraid of you?"

What a joke! She had backing now. Was she still the same Sophie Sullivan who used to be entirely at his mercy?

Thomas Shannon caught the hidden meaning in her words and inevitably thought of Lucifer.

He seized Sophie Sullivan’s chin, his grip tightening, eyes darkening. "Don’t forget whose ground you’re standing on."

"If you let me take Old Mr. Standford, rest assured, I won’t linger here a moment longer than necessary."

She wouldn’t linger here?

Thomas Shannon gave a chilling smile, the curve of his lips cold and cruel. "Sophie Sullivan, so you’ve finally spoken your true feelings, haven’t you? All this time, you’ve been acting, using your lies to desensitize me, is that it?"

Saying she liked him... What a liar! He’d never met a woman colder, more heartless than her. More ungrateful! After all this time, after how he’d treated her, didn’t she understand? Even a block of ice would have melted by now! But not her...

Sophie’s gaze faltered, her grip on the tray tightening. "Thomas Shannon, let go! The soup is going to spill."

The man’s gaze dropped to the tray she held, his smile chilling and bloodthirsty. With a sweep of his large hand—

CRASH.

The tray, along with the bowl and the silver lid, clattered to the ground.

Soup splashed everywhere. Sophie Sullivan’s feet weren’t spared; greasy liquid splattered onto them.

Sophie stared in astonishment at the spilled soup on the ground, then lifted her head. "Thomas Shannon, are you insane?"

"Heh. I must have been insane to save you back then!"

Thomas Shannon seized her wrist and, without a word, began dragging her upstairs.

Realizing his intent, Sophie Sullivan struggled violently. In her panic, she snatched a small vase holding fresh flowers from the tea table.

She swung it at his head—

"Young Master, look out!" cried the terrified servants and maids.

Time seemed to freeze.

Sophie Sullivan stared blankly at Thomas Shannon as the vase slipped from her grasp, shattering on the floor.

She had assumed Thomas Shannon would dodge. After all, with his abilities and reflexes, it was impossible for him to be injured. But she had never, ever imagined that Thomas Shannon wouldn’t dodge. Not only did he not dodge, he took the full force of the blow squarely to his head.

At that moment, an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart. Sophie struggled against his grip on her hand. "Thomas Shannon..."

"Young Master, are you alright?" Minimus Hart darted over.

She skillfully and smoothly pushed Sophie Sullivan aside.