Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 62: How Dare You Talk Back?

Just after yelling, Sophie Sullivan suddenly felt unwell and clutched her stomach tightly with one hand.

Thomas Shannon reached out and grasped her shoulder. "What’s wrong?"

Sophie Sullivan managed, with difficulty, to say, "Stomachache."

"How could your stomach suddenly start hurting?"

Sophie Sullivan looked up, her expression clearly asking, Are you an idiot? "I just took dicine on an empty stomach. How could it not hurt?"

"Aren’t *you* the idiot? Don’t you know you can’t take dicine on an empty stomach?" Thomas Shannon’s handso face darkened instantly.

"Weren’t you the one who told to take it?"

And now *he* was calling *her* an idiot!

She was perfectly innocent, wasn’t she?

Thomas Shannon dangerously narrowed his eyes. How dare she talk back?

Sophie Sullivan collapsed weakly onto the bed, the pain forcing her to breathe shallowly and carefully.

"What will make it stop hurting?"

Sophie Sullivan pouted aggrievedly. "I don’t know."

"Do you need to call a doctor for you?"

"..."

What kind of idiotic question was that?

Don’t ask, just call!

"OW." Harry scratched at Thomas Shannon’s shirt with his claws.

Thomas Shannon looked down, his low, deep voice unusually sexy. "Hmm?"

Harry kept owing and scratching at him. Thomas Shannon gently pressed the cat’s little head. "You want to call a doctor for her?"

Harry stared directly at him.

"Alright, I’ll call a doctor for her then."

Sophie Sullivan never imagined she’d end up owing a favor to a cat.

Injured but still on duty.

Minimus Hart, despite her wounds, still dutifully ca before Thomas Shannon to attend to him. However, the light makeup she wore could hardly conceal her pale face.

「In the study room.」

Thomas Shannon was holding a video conference, with Charlie River nearby in attendance. Minimus Hart brought in freshly brewed coffee. She gently placed it beside his hand, then retrieved the tray and quietly stepped aside.

"How is the shipnt to Northern Europe progressing?" Thomas Shannon asked, picking up his coffee and taking a light sip.

The man on the computer screen, in a suit and leather shoes, replied ticulously, "Young Master, it has arrived within the projected tifra. We are now preparing for delivery and acceptance."

"Mm, well done."

After a pause, Thomas Shannon added, "Regarding Country C, focus on intelligence gathering. There can be no mistakes."

"Yes, Young Master!"

Once the lengthy video conference concluded, Thomas Shannon stood up and started to walk out. He glanced at Minimus Hart, who stood to the side with her head bowed.

He stopped in front of her. "How is your wound?"

"Thank you for your concern, Young Master. The wound is healing," Minimus Hart replied respectfully.

"That’s good."

Thomas Shannon turned his head slightly to look at Charlie River behind him and said in a deep voice, "Charlie."

"Young Master, I’m here."

"Later, prepare so scar removal dicine and give it to her."

"Understood, Young Master."

Minimus Hart’s heart fluttered. She was touched. "Thank you for your concern, Young Master."

She knew it. Her position wouldn’t be replaced by so little maniac who was just a fleeting novelty.

Ultimately, her position was the secure one.

「At the back mountain horse field.」

Charlie River led Thomas Shannon’s favorite Arabian horse out from the horse stable.

Arabian horses are the most expensive and beautiful horses in the world, renowned as the nobility among horses. They are slightly slower than Thoroughbreds but possess imnse potential and stamina. This makes them the top choice for long-distance and endurance training.

Thomas Shannon had once entered an equestrian competition with this Arabian horse, nad Gabriel, and won the distinction of first place.

In his eyes, Gabriel was not a pet kept in the horse stable, but a companion.