Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1147 - 1149: I’m Waiting for You

"Isabel, remember not to be too happy too soon."Andres quietly reminded Isabel not to let her guard down, as now was not the time to be rejoicing.

"Daddy, why?" Isabel didn’t understand. What’s wrong with being happy?

After all, even a fool could tell from the way Thomas Shannon looked at her that he was interested.

That meaning was blatant, unabashedly direct, making one blush with shyness.

"Men don’t cherish what comes too easily. So, if you want to draw his attention, you need to keep him interested."

Andres had to remind her, "Isabel, Thomas Shannon isn’t an ordinary person. Winning over Thomas Shannon will be greatly beneficial to us. So, do you know what to do?"

Isabel pondered for a moment, then confidently said, "Daddy, don’t worry, I know my limits."

"It’s best that you do."

......

Charlie River sent Andres and Isabel away and returned to the restaurant, finding Thomas Shannon indulging in a cloud of smoke.

He was gazing at the night view outside the window, his brow furrowed, his profile still stern.

Only Charlie River knew he was troubled.

Since reporting Sophie Sullivan’s news to Thomas Shannon that day and getting scolded, he hadn’t inquired about Sophie Sullivan ever again.

It was as if this person had vanished from his life.

Charlie River didn’t dare make a sound, standing silently behind him, accompanying him in silence.

That night, Cheryl Chew waited for a long time, but Thomas Shannon never returned.

The servant, seeing her unwilling to go upstairs to rest, advised, "Miss Fit, it’s getting late, you should rest early. The Young Master might not come back."

Since the maniac was gone, the Young Master hadn’t kept the habit of returning to the manor on time.

Coming home late every day or not at all was a common occurrence.

It truly pained people to see Cheryl Chew waiting foolishly like this.

Cheryl Chew shook her head with a faint smile, "I’m not tired yet, I’ll wait a while longer."

At more than two o’clock in the early morning, disordered footsteps came from outside.

Cheryl Chew, who had fallen asleep on the sofa, suddenly woke up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and stood up, "Brother Shannon, have you returned?"

The man wore a cold expression, his black shirt collar wide open, revealing a large swath of his sexy chest, exuding a wild yet intensely restrained aura.

Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Cheryl Chew standing before him. His brow furrowed deeply, "What are you doing?"

"I was waiting for you," Cheryl Chew replied softly.

He didn’t come back, and she was uneasy.

Always worrying if he might get into trouble outside, or if he might be very upset.

Only by seeing with her own eyes that he was fine could she be at ease.

"Haven’t I told you not to wait for me anymore?" A trace of dissatisfaction crossed Thomas Shannon’s eyes as he bypassed her with his tall body, quickly heading upstairs.

Stunned for a moment, Cheryl Chew then reacted and turned to follow.

"Brother Shannon, don’t be angry, I’m just worried about you, nothing else..."

Smelling the alcohol on him, Cheryl Chew stopped, "I’ll make some hangover soup for you."

"No need."

With those words, Thomas Shannon swiftly entered the bedroom and slammed the door loudly.

Cheryl Chew shrank her neck in fear, just about to head downstairs, when she ran into Charlie River.

"Charlie River, did Brother Shannon drink again tonight?"

He drinks so much every day, how damaging that must be to his health...