Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 472 - 474: I Beg You, Thomas Shannon

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Harry’s neck, lifted it out of Sophie Sullivan’s embrace, and casually placed it on the sofa nearby.

Startled awake, Harry shook his head and stared vigilantly at the man who had woken him.

With his round, big eyes, he froze the moment he saw his master.

"MEOW..." Harry let out a weak whimper in protest.

Thomas Shannon didn’t even glance at him. He leaned down, picked up the sleeping Sophie Sullivan, and carried her back to the bedroom.

The sleep gown, damp with cold sweat, had long since dried.

Thomas Shannon held Sophie Sullivan, letting her lean against his chest. With one hand, he brushed her hair aside, revealing her delicate and beautiful small face.

He lowered his head and planted a kiss on her smooth, full forehead. "Good night."

「The next day.」

Sophie Sullivan woke up in Thomas Shannon’s embrace, only to realize that half of her body had gone numb.

Had she been lying on her side for one night?

Sophie immediately withdrew from Thomas Shannon’s embrace, rubbing her numb body with one hand to get her blood flowing.

Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes opened languidly, his deep, magnetic voice, thick with morning languor, asked, "Awake?"

"Good morning." Sophie shot him a glance and continued to massage her numb body.

"What’s wrong?"

"Numb..."

Thomas Shannon understood in his heart. He extended his long arm, his broad palm rubbing her body.

Sophie was taken aback, then laughed. "You... don’t rub there, I... I’m so ticklish..."

There were many ticklish spots on Sophie’s body that couldn’t be touched.

As Thomas Shannon rubbed her, she became helpless with laughter, squirming and shrinking away.

But she couldn’t escape Thomas Shannon’s teasing. Sophie finally understood that he was deliberately making fun of her.

"You, Thomas Shannon!" Sophie lifted her foot and kicked him in the chest. "Stop tickling me!"

Her tender, soft foot pressed against his chest.

Her plump, cute toes curled up with sensitivity. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Her rosy fingernails shone with a healthy glow.

Her feet were small, delicate, and adorable, soft and tender.

Thomas Shannon grabbed her foot. It was too late for Sophie to retract it.

"You brought this on yourself. Don’t blame me."

If, in this second, Sophie still didn’t understand what Thomas Shannon meant in the end, then the next second, she fully understood his intention.

He... he was going to tickle her soles!

The man’s slightly rough fingertips scratched her tender soles. Sophie laughed until she was almost out of breath. "Thomas Shannon... you... let go of me! Let go quickly!"

In her coquettish protest, there was anger. In her anger, there was also a hint of pouting softness.

Thomas Shannon immensely enjoyed this moment, enjoyed her docile submission as he tormented her.

"Beg me."

Sophie refused. "You... you let me go first."

"You beg me first."

Sophie grumbled a couple of times. "Please, Thomas Shannon, let me go."

"That’s not how you beg."

Sophie was furious. Wasn’t this bullying? "Then you tell me, how should I beg?"

"Since you’re sincerely asking for advice, I’ll teach you."

Sophie: "..."