Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Young Master Asked Me to Bring It Up

Leaning against Thomas Shannon’s chest, she lacked even the strength to speak.

”How long will it take for the medicine to work?”

Thomas Shannon turned his head to look at the doctor.

”Half an hour...”

”You get out.” Thomas Shannon withdrew his gaze impatiently.

The doctor, as if granted amnesty, hastily grabbed his medical box, retreated two steps, and turned to leave.

He wanted to lay the maniac in his arms down to rest, but he hesitated upon seeing the stain on the bedsheet, his eyes fixed on it.

Finally, he took a deep breath, lifted Sophie Sullivan in a bridal carry, and moved her from the bed. He called a servant to change the bedsheet.

He looked down at Sophie Sullivan in his arms. Her breathing had grown faint. ”What are you going to do about this?” he asked.

Confused, Sophie Sullivan lifted her eyelids and looked at him.

Her hazy eyes struggled to focus, making her appear even more dazed. She resembled a lost deer in a misty forest, its eyes pure, bewildered, and helpless.

In that instant, that look struck him to the core.

He averted his gaze, his voice turning a shade colder. ”I mean your... condition. What do you need?”

”Sanitary pad...”

”What is that?”

Sophie Sullivan truly wanted to strangle him, but lacking the strength, she simply shut her mouth and closed her eyes as well.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The maidservant finished changing the bedsheet. ”Young Master, the bedsheet is changed.”

Thomas Shannon shot Sophie Sullivan a cold glance, then looked at the maidservant. ”What is a sanitary pad?”

The maidservant blushed slightly and lowered her head. ”A sanitary pad is something that girls use during their menstrual period.”

”You help the maniac.”

The maidservant nodded. ”Yes, Young Master.”

The thought of someone else tending to her most private needs made Sophie Sullivan wearily open her eyes. ”No need. Just give me the sanitary pad; I’ll do it myself.”

The maidservant looked at Thomas Shannon, not knowing what to do.

Thomas Shannon nodded. ”Give it to her.”

The maidservant quickly brought the sanitary pad. Sophie Sullivan gritted her teeth and went into the bath chamber. She did a simple wash-up, changed into clean underwear, and put on the sanitary pad.

Having done all this, she listlessly exited the bath chamber, walked past Thomas Shannon without a glance, and lay down on the bed.

Closing her eyes, she pressed both hands to her lower abdomen, enduring the wait for the medicine to take effect and ease her suffering.

Thomas Shannon came to the bedside, surveying her from his dominant height. ”Do you want breakfast?”

”No...”

The man turned and left.

Sophie Sullivan lay quietly. After about twenty minutes, the medicine seemed to take effect, and the cramping in her lower abdomen subsided.

She slowly let out a long, deep sigh of relief.

The bedroom door opened, and the aroma of food instantly filled the air.

Along with it, her hunger was stirred.

Opening her eyes, Sophie Sullivan saw the servant placing breakfast on the bedside table. ”Maniac, this is your breakfast,” the servant announced.

”Who asked you to bring this up?” Though Sophie Sullivan already suspected the answer, she still wanted to confirm it. Was it really as she thought?

The servant looked at her, then picked up the empty tray. ”The Young Master asked me to bring it up.”

Sophie Sullivan indifferently withdrew her gaze. ”You may go. I want to rest for a while.”

The servant left the bedroom. Sophie Sullivan planned to get up and eat breakfast once the pain in her lower abdomen had completely subsided.

Not even ten minutes later, the bedroom door was pushed open again.

Thomas Shannon entered with steady steps. His black shirt starkly contrasted with his fair skin, making it appear even more luminous. His refined, handsome features carried an innate aristocratic air, a natural nobility that was impossible to ignore.

He glanced at the untouched breakfast.