Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 665 - 668: When I Say I Like You, It’s Real

Sophie was furious and stomped hard on his foot.

Is this the time for flirting? Is this the time for jokes?

Thomas Shannon let out a muffled groan and looked down at his foot. She hadn’t held back at all.

The woman before him was practically bristling with anger. Thomas Shannon composed himself, pressed his lips together, lowered his head, and said, "Alright, I’ll be serious. I’ll be earnest."

"Bastard!"

Sophie angrily raised her rosy fists and struck him twice. "Is it fun to deceive me? And you even solemnly swore you’d never deceived me, Thomas Shannon! Don’t you feel guilty saying that?"

Thomas Shannon drew her into his embrace with one arm, and Sophie struggled. "Let go! Let go of me!"

The man’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her fast in his embrace. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, his deep voice authoritative, "Let me explain first."

Sophie stopped struggling, her face expressionless. "Alright, go ahead."

She’d just see how he could possibly explain himself this time!

"Going to the desert was purely to help you relax and have some fun." Thomas Shannon gently stroked her spine, soothing her agitated emotions. "I admit I didn’t tell you I had a locator alarm on me. But everything we encountered in the desert—the sandstorms, the quicksand—that was all real. None of it was something I could control."

"Go on," Sophie sneered, listening to his lame explanation.

"Wanting to save you was from the bottom of my heart. Fennie, under those circumstances, ask yourself honestly, could I possibly have faked it?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Charlie River said that when you found the quicksand, you’d already pressed the locator alarm! Weren’t you just playing it by ear, anticipating that Charlie would arrive in time, and that’s why you risked saving me?"

Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, raising his hand to pat her head. "Fennie, you’re so adorably naive."

"Are you mocking me?!"

"No, I’m complimenting you." Thomas Shannon’s lips quirked into a slight smile. "At that time, I didn’t know where I was, nor did I have any way to contact Charlie. I had no idea when they would arrive. Whether I would have already been engulfed by quicksand by the time they got there—all of that was unknown to me. The reason I pressed the locator alarm was because... I was worried about you."

Thomas Shannon lifted his head from her neck and cupped her face with both hands. His gaze lowered for a moment before his deep, pitch-black eyes fixed intensely on hers. "Fennie, if something had happened to me, you wouldn’t have been able to get out of the desert on your own, understand? If Charlie and the others hadn’t arrived before the quicksand swallowed me, then I would have hoped they could get you out of the desert safely."

Sophie’s brows furrowed. His words... were they true or false? Which part was true, which part was a lie? She could no longer tell.

And yet, every word he spoke was watertight, possessing a frustrating degree of reason and logic.

Thomas Shannon lowered his head, pressing his forehead against her smooth one, and said hoarsely, "Sophie, when I say I like you, that’s also true."

"Spare me..." Sophie pushed him away and retreated a few steps. "Thomas Shannon, I can’t trust you anymore. My impression of you has been severely damaged!"

Thomas Shannon fell silent, a helpless expression on his handsome face. Under the light, Sophie thought she detected a hint of loneliness in him.

She clenched her fists. It must be her imagination.

This man was deeply calculating.

He must be thinking of new ways to trick her again!