Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 441: Chapter 443: Open Your Hand, Let Me Take a Look

”Young Master is not in the habit of waiting for people.”

With a tumultuous feeling within her, Raina Bell shyly nodded. ”Yes, I’ll go right away.”

Sophie Sullivan was brought back to the manor by the man in black. The black Lincoln stopped in front of the fountain.

She opened the car door and climbed the stairs into the castle.

There, she came face to face with Raina Bell and Minimus Hart, who were just about to leave.

Sophie Sullivan paused, studying Raina Bell with keen interest. Raina had changed out of her maid outfit; not only had she changed her clothes, but her makeup as well.

Her hair was meticulously styled, evidence of the considerable effort she’d put into her appearance.

As Raina approached, a faint, sweet, youthful scent wafted from her.

Raina Bell unconsciously clenched her fist; the wound in her palm still seemed to burn with pain.

”Raina, this is your first time going on a business trip with the Young Master. Don’t forget the rules I taught you. Do your utmost to serve the Young Master well, understand?” Minimus Hart’s voice was soft, yet a smile played on the corners of her lips, her tone carrying an underlying sternness.

Raina Bell lowered her head and nodded obediently. ”Yes, I will definitely serve the Young Master well.”

Their conversation was laden with meaning.

Sophie Sullivan was no fool; she naturally understood that Minimus Hart’s words were deliberately spoken for her to hear, as if afraid she wouldn’t know where Raina Bell was going.

So, Thomas Shannon had to leave early for something important, and that ’something important’ was to go on a business trip with Raina Bell? Ha ha, how ironic.

Sophie Sullivan sneered and, with one hand, tilted up Raina Bell’s chin. Raina trembled, her eyes wide with fear as she looked timidly at Sophie, wondering what she intended to do now.

”Maniac,” Miss Jane Hart said, her smile vanishing. ”The Young Master personally chose Raina to accompany him on this business trip. Even if you have grievances, you can’t vent your anger on Raina at this time.”

”Who said I was going to vent my anger on her?” Sophie Sullivan retorted dismissively. ”Serve Thomas Shannon well. Who knows, you might just become the mistress of this manor.”

Releasing her, Sophie Sullivan bypassed the two and strode into the castle.

Raina turned, looked at Sophie, and asked Minimus Hart in confusion, ”Sister Minnie, what does that maniac mean by that?”

”She’s just feeling resentful. Pay her no mind,” Minimus Hart said, frowning slightly. ”There isn’t much time. You should hurry. Don’t keep the Young Master waiting.”

”Yes.”

Raina descended the stairs, got into the car, and the man in black drove her away from the manor.

「Imperial City International Airport.」

Thomas Shannon’s private jet was parked on the helipad. After Raina Bell passed through security via a special passage, the man in black escorted her aboard the private jet.

Seeing the man seated there, her heart pounded like a frightened deer, her cheeks flushed, and her voice trembled slightly as she greeted, ”Young Master.”

Thomas Shannon lazily lifted his eyelids. ”Sit.”

Sit? The Young Master was asking her to sit?

Raina Bell, flattered and overwhelmed, nodded carefully and sat down. She placed her hands nervously on her knees, her gaze shy and timid as she looked at him.

”How’s the wound on your hand?”

The man’s clear voice, at this moment, seemed to carry an unusual gentleness.

Raina’s heart felt as if it were going to melt; she gently shook her head.

Thomas Shannon picked up his coffee, took a sip, and his cold eyes glanced at her. ”Open your hand. Let me see.”

Raina raised her hand and opened her palm, revealing the still-clear marks of the wound.

It was a whip wound.

Inflicted by Sophie Sullivan with a horsewhip.

”Does it still hurt?” Thomas Shannon put down his coffee, his voice low and deliberate.

Those three words, unexpected and direct, struck the softest corner of Raina Bell’s heart.

When Sophie Sullivan had whipped her, she hadn’t felt wronged. But now, at this very moment, hearing those three words...