Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Maniac, Young Master Wants to See You

The door was locked from the outside.

Sophie Sullivan rubbed her wrist and lay on the bed. House arrest it is, then. It’s certainly better than being locked in a dark room. As for leaving? She didn’t want to leave for now, at least not until her throat was better and preferably her face as well. Otherwise, running away with this face might frighten the children and make it easier to get caught.

Once Sophie lay down, it took her less than ten minutes to fall asleep again.

Throughout the night, the maniac under house arrest was still and made no noise.

The maid standing guard outside the door felt something was wrong. Wasn’t it unusual for her not to eat or drink all day without causing a scene? It didn’t suit her temperament.

The maid fetched the key, unlocked the door, and took a peek inside. The little maniac was still lying in bed, asleep.

”She really is a pig,” the maid scoffed before closing the door.

Of the three people who were punished last time, besides Minimus Hart, the faces of the other two maids were beaten until they looked like pig heads. Physically wounded, they were removed from the servant’s register, lost all their value, and left with a generous severance package.

Out of revenge, the maid did not prepare any food or water for Sophie. She figured starving her for one or two meals wouldn’t cause any problems.

When Sophie woke up again, it was already the next day.

She opened her eyes, her head groggy, and her stomach extremely hungry.

She got up and went to the door, knocking, ”Give me some food.”

There was no response from outside the door.

Unyielding, Sophie clenched her fist and knocked on the door panel forcefully several times, ”Is anyone there? Get me some food!”

She pressed her ear to the door panel and vaguely heard faint laughter. So there were people. It seemed like someone was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her.

With a heavy sigh, Sophie lamented her misfortune.

She snorted coldly. ”Wait until Thomas Shannon returns, you’ll all get what’s coming to you.”

Enduring the stomachache, she went back to bed and lay there quietly.

Tomorrow would be the birthday banquet of the daughter of the Zane Family. Thomas Shannon had promised William Guillen and returned to Imperial City a day early.

Returning to the castle, he washed away his fatigue. Harry playfully crawled onto his shoulder, rubbing his furry little head affectionately against his face.

He casually picked up Harry. Even the usually mischievous cat seemed much more subdued. However, the little maniac never seemed to learn.

The butler came to the bedroom door and knocked, ”Young Master, dinner is ready. Shall we start now?”

”Mm.”

Lazily responding, Thomas Shannon carried Harry out of the bedroom.

Inside the court-style retro restaurant, the long dining table could accommodate thirty people dining together.

Thomas Shannon sat at the head of the table, holding Harry in his embrace, and took the hot towel handed to him by the servant. He only picked up his chopsticks after cleaning his hands.

Despite the delicious dishes that filled the table, he had no appetite.

He put down his chopsticks after eating only a few bites.

His bright brow furrowed. ”Charlie River.” After two days of confinement, she should have learned her lesson.

Charlie River, who had been serving by his side, stepped forward, ”Young Master, your command.”

”How is the little maniac?”

”Young Master, I’m not quite sure.”

Charlie River told the truth. He hesitated for a moment before asking tentatively, ”Shall I bring the little maniac here?”

He had been watching the entire time; the Young Master had not eaten much since the beginning of the meal. Presumably, he had no appetite. As for who was the cause of his lack of appetite, it was probably the little maniac.

Thomas Shannon did not answer. His sexy, thin lips slightly curled upwards as he lowered his head to scratch Harry’s chin.

”MEOW.” Harry raised his claw and played with his hand.