Chapter 1203 - 1205: Fennie, Why Won’t You Hold Me?

This is the bed she wants to sleep on, if he lies down with vomit all over himself, how is she going to sleep?

"You’re not my Fennie, don’t touch me..."

"I am, who says I’m not!"

"You’re not, you’re not..."

"I am!"

Sophie Sullivan angrily slapped him on the back, "Open your eyes wide and see clearly, am I Fennie or not."

Thomas Shannon swayed as he turned around, his bewildered eyes struggling to focus on her face.

Sophie Sullivan stared at him without blinking, the next second, her cheek was grabbed and rubbed hard by the man’s calloused hand.

"It hurts..."

Thomas Shannon slowly bowed his head, his tall body pressing down as Sophie Sullivan was caught off guard and knocked to the ground.

The back of her head hit the ground, pain making small tears glisten in her eyes, she kicked Thomas Shannon angrily, "You did that on purpose, didn’t you?"

"Are you my Fennie?" Thomas Shannon asked vaguely, his dark and blurred eyes carrying a hint of caution.

Like a child lost in the night, lonely, helpless, and afraid.

"If I’m not, then who is?!" Sophie Sullivan growled angrily, "Get off, you’re going to crush me."

Thomas Shannon obediently nodded, crawled up from her and sat quietly beside her.

Sophie Sullivan reached out her hand, "Give me a hand."

Thomas Shannon helped her up, pulling her into his embrace, burying his head in her neck like a little dog, sniffing here and there.

Sophie Sullivan, feeling overwhelmed, pushed him away with a slap, "Go, take, a, bath!"

"Fennie..."

Thomas Shannon clung to her like a large Husky, refusing to let go no matter what.

"Are you my Fennie, are you?"

Beside her ear, the man’s hoarse voice persistently confirmed, while Sophie Sullivan nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, I am."

"Then why don’t you hug me?"

"..."

"Fennie, why don’t you hug me?"

"..."

"Can you give me a kiss?"

"..."

"Just one kiss, okay?"

"..."

Sophie Sullivan’s lips twitched, this is enough!

Before she could explode, Thomas Shannon suddenly pushed her away, the clingy Husky from a moment ago instantly transformed into a cold and heartless wolf.

He stared at her coldly, "You’re not my Fennie, who on earth are you?!"

On the question of whether she was Fennie, Sophie Sullivan really wanted to crack open his head to see if he even remembers her face.

Seeing this face, how could he not recognize who she is?

The sour smell on him really tested a person’s limits.

Sophie Sullivan opened her arms, hugged him, and soothingly said, "Alright, I’m Fennie, and I’m hugging you now, aren’t I?"

Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, pretended to push her away, but Sophie Sullivan firmly hugged him tighter, "Try pushing me away, and Fennie will ignore you forever."

"No." Thomas Shannon replied quite quickly, he wrapped his long arms around her, rubbed his chin on the top of her head, "Fennie, don’t ignore me..."

"As long as you behave, Fennie won’t ignore you."

"Fennie, you haven’t kissed me yet."

Remembering how much he just vomited, Sophie Sullivan truly couldn’t bring herself to kiss him. She took a deep breath, "You wash up first, after you clean up, I’ll kiss you, okay?"

"You’re not my Fennie at all, tell me, what is your real purpose in getting close to me?!" The man changed his expression in one second, staring at her coldly.

Sophie Sullivan: "..."

So exhausted...

Someone please strike this fellow with lightning...