Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 777 - 779: It’s Truly A Bad Habit Formed Through Indulgence!

The scabbing wound itched so much that Sophie Sullivan whimpered like a kitten in his embrace.

Her wrists were tightly gripped by him. Sophie Sullivan woke from her dream, her eyes hazy and veiled by a thin mist. She whimpered, aggrieved and uncomfortable, "Thomas Shannon, let go of me."

"The blood scabs on your face are about to fall off. No scratching."

"But it itches!"

Thomas Shannon firmly held both her hands. He didn’t let go even as her body thrashed like a fish out of water, showing no sign of loosening his grip.

"Fennie, be good." Thomas Shannon knew she was uncomfortable. But if he let her scratch, she would scrape off all those blood scabs on her face. If that happened, it would be too late for her to cry over the scars or pitted marks left on her face!

"Just once. Thomas Shannon, can’t you just let me scratch it once?"

There was a sob in Sophie Sullivan’s voice; she felt like she was being driven mad by him and this unbearable itch.

Miss Cecilia Branford began to plead gently, imploring, "Just a tiny scratch, I promise I won’t scrape off the blood scabs, okay?"

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips were pressed tightly, his expression stern, leaving no room for negotiation. "No!"

Sophie Sullivan: "..."

Although she knew in her heart that Thomas Shannon was right, she was still furious. She lifted her delicate little feet and kicked his leg.

This petulant outburst stunned Thomas Shannon.

After a moment of stunned silence, he let out a low, deep laugh. Sophie Sullivan was so annoyed her teeth itched. He was still laughing?

"Thomas Shannon, what are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at you."

When words fail her, she resorts to force. Such a bad temper. A classic spoiled habit!

"Don’t laugh at me! You’re not allowed to laugh!" Sophie Sullivan was like an enraged little beast. Unable to use her hands, she resorted to her mouth.

She bit down hard on Thomas Shannon’s beautifully curved chin, then bit again. "Say you won’t laugh! Say it!"

"Fennie, do you know what you’re like right now?"

"I don’t care what I’m like! Just don’t you laugh at me."

Thomas Shannon gripped both her wrists with one hand, using his free hand to pinch her jaw, forcing her mouth open. "So domineering, hmm?"

"Yes, I am this domineering! You got a problem with that? Then suck it up!"

Gaby had been listening to the commotion for a while and had padded over to the bedside. It lay there, watching its master and Thomas Shannon bickering affectionately, neither of them seeming to notice it had woken up.

The ignored Gaby let out a dissatisfied howl.

The howl was long and powerful, sounding as if it could tear through the night sky.

It perfectly showcased Gaby’s imposing air as the King of the Forest!

Sophie Sullivan and Thomas Shannon, who were in the midst of their squabble, both looked at Gaby, whose front paws were resting on the edge of the bed.

Thomas Shannon squeezed her jaw a little harder. "Your pet. You soothe it."

"Let go of me first." Sophie Sullivan gestured with her eyes for him to release her hands.

Thomas Shannon fell into thought. He seemed to suspect that if he let go, she might secretly scratch her face, covered as it was in blood scabs.

"Gaby likes head pats. How am I supposed to soothe it if you don’t let go?"

Thomas Shannon: "..."

A large, fierce beast species actually likes head pats?! What an adorable contrast... Quite something. Truly befitting a feline; whether a big cat or a small kitty like Harry, they all like head pats and being petted along their fur.

Thomas Shannon released Sophie Sullivan’s hands. She rubbed her wrists, sat up, and stroked Gaby’s head. "Gaby, what’s wrong?"

Gaby rubbed its large head against Sophie Sullivan’s face, its tiger-like eyes fixed intently on Thomas Shannon.