Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 425: Chapter 427: Truly a Poor Little Thing

The pain she had endured was almost devastating for her.

In Country S, the screening of over 70,000 individuals sharing the name Sophie Sullivan was still not complete.

Once her identity was confirmed, they would be able to find out what had happened to her—what caused her to lose her memory, suffer disfigurement, and finally, lose her voice.

His hand, caressing her cheek, gradually softened. With a touch full of lingering tenderness, Thomas Shannon sighed almost inaudibly, ”You poor little thing... What would you do without me?”

「The next day.」

After Sophie had breakfast, her face suddenly felt itchy. She couldn’t help but lift her hand and rub it gently through the gauze, trying to alleviate the sensation.

Seeing her action, Thomas Shannon unhappily grabbed her hand and pulled it down. ”What are you doing?”

”It... itches.” Sophie frowned, lifted her other hand, and rubbed her face again.

Quick as a flash, Thomas Shannon grabbed her other hand as well, his brows furrowed as he chided in a low voice, ”Don’t move recklessly. It might be scabbing over.”

”Scabbing over?” Sophie froze for a few seconds, momentarily stunned. Then, her expression turned to one of delight. ”You’re right, it’s highly likely it’s scabbing over! This won’t do, I have to find Old Mr. Standford and get him to check if it really is!”

Excited, Sophie stood up and was about to dash outside.

Thomas Shannon grabbed her wrist, pulling Sophie back. She stared at him, baffled. ”Thomas Shannon, what do you think you’re doing?”

”I’ll go with you.”

A playful light flickered in Sophie’s eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up. ”Worried about me?”

Thomas Shannon shot her a cold glance, then stood up and led her out. Sophie followed behind him, grumbling, ”Thomas Shannon, slow down! I can’t keep up.”

It was as if the man was doing it on purpose; his strides became even faster.

Sophie got annoyed, wrenched her hand free, took a running start, and leaped onto his back. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, rested her head on his shoulder, and said with a brazen, smug grin, ”That’ll teach you to be mean! Quick, carry me to the medical office.”

Thomas Shannon was speechless.

He had truly underestimated her.

This time, Thomas Shannon was in no hurry; he deliberately slowed his pace. Sophie, draped over his back, squirmed unhappily and shifted restlessly. ”Thomas Shannon, are you a snail? Even snails crawl faster than you!”

”You can choose to get down and walk yourself.”

”No way!” Sophie tightened her grip around his neck. ”I insist you carry me.”

There was free labor available, so why wouldn’t she use it? Only an idiot wouldn’t!

「Medical Office.」

George Stanford was in his office studying case files when he heard a knock on the door. He looked up.

Upon seeing Thomas Shannon carrying Sophie in, George Stanford’s eyelids twitched violently. He slammed his hand on the desk and shot to his feet. ”Fiona, you... you never give me a moment’s peace! Do you even want that face of yours anymore?!” he roared, directing the full force of his shout at Sophie, completely disregarding Young Master Shannon’s presence.

Sophie pouted, feeling quite wronged. She huffed sullenly, ”Old Mr. Standford, you need to apologize to me.”

”Apologize for what?”

”I didn’t do anything to my face!”

”Then what is all this...?” George Stanford retorted. She can’t even walk on her own and needed Young Master Shannon to carry her here, and she claims she didn’t do anything to her face? It’s probably not just her face she’s been careless with, but other parts of her body too, right?

George Stanford’s gaze fell to her legs.

To prove she really hadn’t been reckless, Sophie patted Thomas Shannon’s arm. ”Put me down.”

Thomas Shannon loosened his hands that were supporting her raised buttocks. Sophie jumped off his back and hopped twice on the spot.