Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1103 - 1105: Advise You Not to Play Any More Tricks

"I’ve been cooped up inside the bedroom. I want to go out for a walk."Thomas Shannon paused in his action of smoking a cigarette, then chuckled mockingly. He pried her arms apart from his.

Sophie Sullivan raised her head in confusion. Thomas Shannon turned around, sneering at her, "Sophie, I know what’s on your mind. I advise you not to play tricks. Just because I let it slide this time doesn’t mean you can do as you please the next time."

Going out for a walk is the pretense; scouting the area is the real intent.

Even now, she’s still contemplating how to escape.

Sophie Sullivan gradually lowered her head, her hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist. "Think as you please. If that’s what you think, there’s nothing I can do."

After speaking, she lay on the bed in a huff, pulling the silk quilt up to cover her head.

......

Mrs. Shannon held her mobile phone, dazed and lost in thought.

It wasn’t until she was embraced by someone that she snapped back to reality. James Shannon buried his head in her neck, "What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?"

Mrs. Shannon’s face was full of worry as she recounted the recent events to James Shannon. She asked anxiously, "Lincoln is indeed insane, forcing a girl to have his child? It’s simply absurd!"

"If you think that kid is being absurd, I can send someone over to take him down, and let Miss Sullivan leave, hmm?" James Shannon was unconditionally doting towards Mrs. Shannon; even if it involved his son, he was unwavering.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Shannon laughed aloud, "If you really do that, Lincoln will hate you."

"No matter, as long as you’re happy."

Mrs. Shannon chuckled and shook her head, pondering for a while before eventually deciding against it, "It’s not feasible... With Lincoln like this, what about Cheryl?"

"It’s getting late, don’t think about these things, you should rest." James Shannon held her as they lay down, picking up the remote to turn off the lamp.

At the other end, Cheryl Chew couldn’t sleep, so she went downstairs and picked up a paintbrush to start painting.

There were servants on the night shift in the main hall. With them around, she didn’t feel so lonely.

She continued painting until 3 a.m., when she finally put down her paintbrush, massaged her wrist, and stretched her neck.

A servant brought her warm milk, "Miss Fit, it’s getting late, you should rest early."

"Thank you." Cheryl Chew took the milk, knowing that only by immersing herself fully in painting could she calm her restless heart.

As she drank her milk, Cheryl Chew lifted her eyelids and looked at the servant, "Can you tell me what the girl around Brother Shannon is like?"

"Miss Fit, are you referring to the maniac?"

Maniac?

Cheryl Chew seemed slightly puzzled, "Is she called the maniac?"

"Yes, that’s the name Young Master gave her."

Maniac...

Cheryl Chew softly repeated the three syllables, imagining the indulgent tone in Thomas Shannon’s deep, magnetic voice when he called her this.

She took another sip of her milk, laughing with eyes curved, "Then tell me about the maniac."

The servant saw her genuine interest and, considering Thomas Shannon was not there, went ahead and told her, "The maniac is a woman Young Master brought back. Initially, her vocal cords and face were ruined. Not only that, she also suffered from amnesia. Since Young Master brought her back from the asylum, he gave her the name ’maniac.’ The maniac is very unique. Since she came to the manor, neither Minimus Hart nor Amelia Shaw have been able to best her, and even Raina Bell was dealt with by her."