Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Did you wake up?

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”Sister Minnie, are you awake?”

In the castle’s backyard, within the maids’ courtyard, a maid approached Minimus Hart’s room door and knocked.

Minimus Hart was still recovering from her injuries. For the past two days, while Thomas Shannon was absent, she had focused on resting and recuperating.

To serve the Young Master better, she needed to recover quickly.

Hearing the knock, she slowly sat up, her red lips softly uttering two words, ”Come in.”

The maid pushed open the door and entered.

Minimus Hart’s bedroom was quite different from those of the other maids. The spacious room, particularly the dressing table, was laden with jewelry. This time, upon her return, she had been handsomely rewarded by the Young Master for her contributions, receiving an abundance of jewelry and ornaments. An oil painting hanging on the wall alone was worth an eight-digit figure. Clearly, the Young Master was exceedingly generous to maids who had rendered him significant service.

”What’s the matter?” Minimus Hart asked, sweeping her long hair to one side, revealing her elegant neckline.

The maid averted her envious gaze. ”The Young Master will be returning soon. We need to be ready to serve.”

”Go and wait outside. I’ll get ready immediately.”

Perhaps from spending so much time with the dignitaries in Country C, Minimus Hart had cultivated the elegant composure of a noble lady. Even as a maid, her refined demeanor was undeniable.

After changing her clothes and styling her long hair, Minimus Hart applied light makeup. She then led the other maids through the long corridor to the main castle area to await orders.

The fleet of cars stopped before the fountain adorned with the ”Angry Dragon Playing with Pearls” sculpture. Charlie River opened a car door, one hand steadying himself against the car’s roof.

Thomas Shannon stepped out, followed by Sophie Sullivan, who occasionally tugged at the hem of the shirt she was wearing.

The butler led a line of servants, and Minimus Hart led a line of maids, all assembled to welcome their master.

Upon seeing Sophie Sullivan, Minimus Hart’s smile remained, her gaze unperturbed.

”Welcome home, Young Master!”

”Welcome home, Young Master!”

Thomas Shannon, bare-chested, walked in, his arm casually draped over Sophie Sullivan’s shoulder. She was wearing his black shirt.

Sophie Sullivan kept tugging at the shirt collar, trying to prevent any accidental exposure.

Feeling a gaze upon her face, she lifted her head. None of the butlers, servants, or maids showed any unusual reaction.

No one was watching me? Was it my imagination?

Upon returning to the magnificent castle, Sophie Sullivan felt as if a heavy shackle had been placed upon her shoulders.

She was bidding farewell to freedom once again. She felt discontented and indignant. But as the saying goes, ’when you are under another’s roof, you have to lower your head.’ Until she could find a way to escape completely, she would have to endure...

”Take her upstairs for a bath.”

Thomas Shannon pushed Sophie Sullivan towards Minimus Hart, then casually seated himself on the sofa.

”Yes, Young Master,” Minimus Hart replied with a smile.

”Bring her to my bedroom once she’s cleaned up.”

Minimus Hart bowed her head respectfully. ”Understood, Young Master.”

She turned to Sophie Sullivan and said, ”Follow me.”

Minimus Hart led Sophie Sullivan upstairs to a bath chamber in a guest room. She instructed a maid to fill the bathtub with water, add essential oil, and scatter flower petals.

”Take off your clothes.”

Sophie Sullivan snorted. ”All of you, get out.”

Minimus Hart remained unmoved. ”The Young Master ordered us to assist with your bath. Please cooperate.”

”Get out. I’ll bathe myself.”

Naturally, Sophie Sullivan did not want the maids present while she was bathing.

Minimus Hart sneered inwardly. Who did this woman think she was? Daring to defy the Young Master’s orders?

”Proceed.”

Minimus Hart stepped back. Two maids advanced, grabbed Sophie Sullivan, and attempted to pull the shirt off her.

Sophie Sullivan erupted in anger. She broke free from the two maids and put one of them in a throat lock. ”Don’t force my hand.”

Minimus Hart smiled faintly. ”It seems she prefers to do things the hard way.”