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.
