Chapter 396 - 398: Seeing You Makes Me Feel Uncomfortable All Over
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Updated : Feb 22nd, 2026
Chapter 396 of "Pampered by My Secret Husband" begins with intriguing events: Now that the surgery was done, why had his attitude taken such a sharp 180-degree... Don’t miss it!
Now that the surgery was done, why had his attitude taken such a sharp 180-degree turn?Old Mr. Standford was unhappy; in fact, he was very unhappy.
He snorted arrogantly. "Yes, there’s something. Of course, there’s something."
"If you have something to say, then say it. Cut the nonsense!" Thomas Shannon interjected.
Hearing Thomas Shannon’s impatience, George Stanford said angrily, "I’ve warned you many times that there absolutely must not be any more mistakes with Fiona’s face. You’d better listen to my words, or else don’t come to me to fix her ugly face again in the future. I have no desire to see my lifelong reputation ruined because of your willfulness."
After saying that, he stormed out. When he reached the doorway, he stopped again. "Oh, right. If anything else, even the slightest thing, goes wrong with her face, it truly will be beyond saving. Just be mentally prepared for her to live with that ugly face for the rest of her life."
Old Mr. Standford left arrogantly, and Thomas Shannon felt a wave of frustration in his chest.
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Lifting his gaze, he saw the little maniac, who had woken up at some unknown point and was now staring at him with wide-open eyes.
"Awake?" He lowered his hand from the buttons and walked a few steps to her bedside.
Sophie Sullivan had already heard Old Mr. Standford’s words. Her face... if there was even the slightest additional mishap, would it truly be unrecoverable?
She closed her eyes, deeply worried. This was only the first surgery, and her face had already endured so many setbacks. From now on... what was she supposed to do? Could she still recover her appearance smoothly and safely?
"What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Seeing her remain silent for a long time, Thomas Shannon reached out and gently touched her forehead to check her temperature.
Sophie raised her hand to push his away.
Before she could bat his hand away, his broad, strong palm had already enveloped hers.
Frowning, he scolded, "Don’t you know you’re on a fluid transfusion? Put your hand down!"
Sophie weakly closed her eyes, allowing him to grasp her hand and lower it.
She was utterly exhausted... She didn’t want to clash with him.
She remained silent, her spirits low. Thomas Shannon clearly sensed this change in her. Holding her hand, his thin lips pursed slightly. His voice, cool as ever, carried an almost imperceptible note of awkwardness. "Still angry?"
Angry?
Sophie’s lips twitched into a cold, mocking sneer.
Did she even have the right to be angry? If she got angry again, wouldn’t he just lock her in the forest to feed the black bears?
"Little maniac, speak."
"What do you want to hear me say?" Sophie opened her eyes, the depths of her gaze as calm and rippleless as a pool of stagnant water. "If there’s something you want to hear me say, just say it directly. Stop beating around the bush. I can’t fathom your thoughts, nor am I a mind-reader who knows what you want to hear."
Even if there was something he had wanted to hear from her, by now, he was no longer in the mood.
Thomas Shannon held her fingers, gently squeezing them twice. "Is any other part of your body uncomfortable?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"I’m uncomfortable all over," Sophie said provocatively. "Just seeing you makes me uncomfortable all over."
The underlying meaning was clear: Can you stay further away from me? Can you disappear from my sight?
How could Thomas Shannon not understand these unspoken words? His thin lips pressed tightly together as a storm rapidly brewed in the depths of his eyes. His dark gaze was so profound and chillingly cold it could make one’s hair stand on end.
Sophie met his gaze fearlessly, looking directly into his eyes, unyielding and defiant.
Their gazes clashed in mid-air, igniting sparks of electricity and fire.
Neither was willing to concede.
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