Chapter 402 - 404: What is your name?
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Updated : Feb 27th, 2026
Chapter 402 of "Pampered by My Secret Husband" introduces the scene: "What are you looking at?" Thomas Shannon inquired without raising his head.Sophie Sullivan looked away... Keep going!
"What are you looking at?" Thomas Shannon inquired without raising his head.Sophie Sullivan looked away uncomfortably, her tone sullen. "Nothing."
Thomas Shannon put down her cleaned hand and picked up the other soft little hand, handling it as if he feared she might shatter. He didn’t wipe it right away; instead, he held it in his palm, kneading it a couple of times before smiling. "Still angry over yesterday’s incident?"
Locking her in the forest had been a desperate measure. Who told her to suddenly act like a maniac, unwilling to tell the truth even when asked? Even though he locked her in the forest, hadn’t he made sure she wasn’t hurt? Why was she still holding a grudge?
"Do I seem like that kind of person?" Sophie Sullivan laughed self-deprecatingly, her tone and expression clearly proclaiming, That’s right, I am!
Thomas Shannon gripped her chin with one hand, brought her head closer, lowered his, and lightly pecked her red lips. He asked in a low, teasing voice, "Aren’t you, hmm?"
"Keep your hands to yourself, rascal!"
He gave a low chuckle, releasing her, his gaze profound. "Countless women wish for this and can’t have it. Only you, blessed as you are, don’t appreciate it."
"I never asked you to."
"Yes, I gave it willingly."
Sophie Sullivan said this petulantly, while Thomas Shannon replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
As soon as he spoke, Sophie Sullivan couldn’t help but stare at him in astonishment. Did he even realize what he’d just said? He... willingly gave it?
Sophie Sullivan narrowed her eyes slightly, watching intently as Thomas Shannon took her hand and personally wiped it for her.
He was still meticulous, wiping each finger with focused concentration.
Sophie Sullivan felt as if she had just discovered something extraordinary.
"Thomas Shannon," she called softly.
"Hmm?"
Sophie Sullivan suddenly pulled her hand free, threw her arms around his neck, and brought her face extremely close. "Tell me, have you fallen in love with me?"
Love? Young Master Shannon would never utter such a word lightly. He looked at her with an enigmatic smile. "And what makes you say that?"
"You said you willingly gave me this blessing. Isn’t that it?"
"In your eyes, blessing equates to love?"
Sophie Sullivan shook her head, correcting him. "No, not just in my eyes. In everyone’s."
"Everyone else won’t take the blame for that." Thomas Shannon gently pried her hands off him, casually handed the towel to a servant, and remarked coolly, "Time for breakfast."
Sophie Sullivan pouted. "So boring."
He’s always so aloof, such a master at playing hard to get.
Sophie Sullivan was indeed hungry and didn’t want to waste any more words on him, so she quietly began to eat her breakfast.
During the meal, she saw Raina Bell serving them.
Sophie’s gaze fell on Raina’s face, and she scrutinized her openly, right in front of her.
This face... at best, she’s a pretty woman, hardly a nationally-known beauty. I really don’t understand what on earth Thomas Shannon sees in her. Out of a batch of ten female slaves, he only asked for her name.
Sophie Sullivan scoffed inwardly. Perhaps he’s grown tired of a delicacy like me and wants to try some plain porridge and simple side dishes for a change.
Sophie Sullivan was extremely confident in her own beauty. Updates are released by novel※fire.net
Being ugly now is only temporary. It doesn’t mean I’ll be ugly for a lifetime. Regrettably, on the day I regain my looks, Amelia Shaw, who once mocked my ugly face, won’t be there to see it.
Raina Bell, being scrutinized by Sophie Sullivan’s stare, forced a smile, her heart pounding with anxiety.
Only when she saw Sophie Sullivan retract her gaze did Raina Bell secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
The next second, Sophie Sullivan’s soft voice, carrying a hint of a pampered tone, sounded out, "What’s your name?"
"Maniac, are you asking me?" Raina Bell wasn’t sure if the question was directed at her.
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