Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 613 - 616: Fennie, I am your husband.

Thomas Shannon switched on the light. The moment the crystal lamp illuminated the room, he clearly saw the confusion on Sophie Sullivan’s face.

Sophie Sullivan raised her head, her body recoiling in fear. "Who are you?"

Thomas Shannon closed the door behind him, a curious smile playing on his lips. He walked leisurely to the bedside. "Fennie, this amnesia game isn’t fun."

"Who is Fennie?"

Sophie Sullivan propped herself up on the bed with both hands, continuously backing away until she reached the headboard. Her back pressed tightly against it, and she hunched her shoulders, her neck drawn in. "Are you a good person or a bad person?"

Thomas Shannon’s brow furrowed. Still pretending!

He raised his hand and massaged his temples, feeling a headache coming on. "Okay, I admit I was too rough. I apologize, alright?"

"You... who are you, really?"

Sophie Sullivan pursed her lips. Her beautiful eyes welled up with tears, looking as if she might burst out crying at any moment.

Has she really lost her memory?

Thomas Shannon remained skeptical. He stretched out his hand, a slight smile on his lips. "Of course, I’m a good person. Come here, Fennie."

"Who is Fennie?"

"Fennie is you. Your name is Sophie Sullivan." Thomas Shannon’s eyes crinkled with a smile as he gazed deeply at her. "Give me your hand."

Sophie Sullivan pouted. "Why should I give you my hand?" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Why?" Thomas Shannon chuckled, then began to spout nonsense with a perfectly straight face. "Because I’m your husband. So, when I offer my hand to you, you should give it to me without hesitation."

"What’s a husband? Can you eat it?" Sophie Sullivan tilted her head, her face a mask of bewilderment.

So shameless! Still wants to be her husband! Not a chance!

Sophie Sullivan fumed internally, but on the surface, she maintained an expression that screamed, ’Who am I? Where am I? Who are you? Where is this? I’m so scared, I want to cry, sniffle, sniffle!’

"If you want to eat me, you can do so anytime," Thomas Shannon said, making a double entendre. "I guarantee I’ll satisfy you."

If she weren’t still playing dumb, Sophie Sullivan would have really thrown a pillow at him. So shameless! Rascal! Beast! Scum!

"Are you hungry?" Thomas Shannon asked with a soft chuckle. "Want a midnight snack?"

Since she hesitated to give him her hand, Thomas Shannon reached out to pat her head.

Sophie Sullivan dodged nimbly. "You’re not a good person!"

"How can you tell?"

"Mum said that people who casually pat others on the head aren’t good people!"

Sophie Sullivan jumped off the bed, looking like a little kitten that had narrowly escaped being tricked.

"You remember what your mother said?"

Sophie Sullivan clutched her head, feigning pain, and slowly crouched down. "What... what did I just say?"

Watching her elaborate act, Thomas Shannon couldn’t help but chuckle, yet he decided to play along.

He rose and walked around the foot of the bed to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder. "So, you only remember what your mother said, but you can’t recall her name or what she looked like, is that it?"

"...Yes." Sophie Sullivan hesitated before nodding.

"Alright, Fennie, don’t dwell on it. You’ve just lost your memory; it’s not a big deal." Thomas Shannon then tried to pick her up.

The moment he lifted her, Sophie Sullivan cried out, pretending to be in pain, and hammered his chest with her small, rosy fists with all her might.

Thomas Shannon’s handsome face tightened. Is she taking this chance to retaliate? Using so much force... does she want to see him cough up blood right here?

"Ouch... my leg hurts..."

Though Sophie Sullivan whimpered about the pain, her fists showed no mercy.

After hammering his chest several times with all her strength, she finally felt a bit of her anger dissipate.

Thomas Shannon, you beast! This is what you get!

Thomas Shannon let out a silent sigh. The corners of his mouth curved into a humorless smile as he stared at her, "Are you hungry now?"