Thomas Shannon switched on the light. The mont 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 ga 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 mont.
Has she really lost her mory?
Thomas Shannon remained skeptical. He stretched out his hand, a slight smile on his lips. "Of course, I’m a good person. Co here, Fennie."
"Who is Fennie?"
"Fennie is you. Your na is Sophie Sullivan." Thomas Shannon’s eyes crinkled with a smile as he gazed deeply at her. "Give your hand."
Sophie Sullivan pouted. "Why should I give you my hand?"
"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 without hesitation."
"What’s a husband? Can you eat it?" Sophie Sullivan tilted her head, her face a mask of bewildernt.
So shaless! Still wants to be her husband! Not a chance!
Sophie Sullivan fud internally, but on the surface, she maintained an expression that scread, ’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 , you can do so anyti," 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 shaless! 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 rember 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 rember what your mother said, but you can’t recall her na 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 mory; it’s not a big deal." Thomas Shannon then tried to pick her up.
The mont he lifted her, Sophie Sullivan cried out, pretending to be in pain, and hamred his chest with her small, rosy fists with all her might.
Thomas Shannon’s handso 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 rcy.
After hamring his chest several tis 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?"
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