Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1148: Chapter 1150: Miss Cecilia Branford, We Meet Again

Charlie River smiled and said, "Miss Fit, don’t worry, the Young Master is just socializing as needed."

Cheryl Chew was still concerned, so she went into the kitchen to make hangover soup for Thomas Shannon.

minutes later, the hangover soup was ready, but she couldn’t get Thomas Shannon’s bedroom door to open no matter what she tried.

Cheryl Fit looked dejectedly at the hangover soup on the tray and, unwilling to give up, said, "Brother Shannon, I left the hangover soup at the doorway, remember to drink it later."

After putting down the tray, she turned and left.

Inside the bedroom, Thomas Shannon was wearing a black silk robe and standing on the balcony, smoking a cigarette.

Lately, his craving for cigarettes had become more intense, to the point where he could hardly be without one for a moment.

The deeper the night, the clearer his mind became, and the images he tried so hard to suppress during the daylight hours were stored deep inside his mind.

In the deep of night, they began to appear unabashedly with claws and fangs, flashing through his mind.

Frame by frame, scene by scene, every image contained her presence.

Thomas Shannon clenched his fist and punched the Roman column hard, why should she, Sophie Sullivan, nonchalantly leave!

Why did he have to hold onto these past memories, tossing and turning through the night, unable to sleep?

Sophie Sullivan wasn’t the first woman to reject him, but she was the first to reject him and make a fool out of him.

He didn’t need to be consumed by such a heartless and ruthless woman; it wasn’t worth it.

What kind of woman could Thomas Shannon not have? Sophie Sullivan was not the only one.

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The next day, Thomas Shannon had Charlie River arrange a meeting with Isabel.

From the moment she received the phone call, Isabel couldn’t help but feel excited.

No matter what, Thomas Shannon was bowing down to her, submitting to her beauty.

After dressing meticulously, Isabel came down from the hotel, where Charlie River was already waiting at the hotel entrance. Seeing her come out, he immediately smiled and said, "Miss Cecilia Branford, this way please."

Isabel nodded slightly and followed Charlie River to the black Lincoln parked on the side.

The car door opened, and as she bent to get in, she saw the man sitting in the back seat.

"Young Master Shannon?" Her voice carried surprise.

Could it be that he had been waiting in the car for her just now?

Thomas Shannon turned his head, thin lips curling into a shallow arc, "Miss Cecilia Branford, we meet again."

Isabel curved her lips into a smile and sat down beside him; Charlie River closed the car door, and the black Lincoln gradually started to move.

She seemingly casually lifted her newly styled long curly hair and softly asked, "Where are we going?"

"Miss Cecilia Branford, it’s your first time in Country A. The Imperial City has many fun places; let me show you around."

"Then I’ll be in your care, Young Master Shannon."

"Miss Cecilia Branford, there’s no need to be so formal."

After several exchanges of words between the two, the conversation managed to close the distance between them a little.

Isabel felt a burning gaze from beside her, and though her heart felt proud, she maintained a composed attitude.

"Thirsty?"

"I’m okay."

Thomas Shannon opened the small refrigerator in the car, took out a bottle of water, thoughtfully twisted open the cap, and handed it to her, "Have some water."

He no longer addressed her as Miss Cecilia Branford, adding a sense of familiarity and intimacy.

"Thank you." She thanked him warmly, and as she took the water, her hand inadvertently touched his.

She was startled, and her fingers shrank back. Thomas Shannon laughed lowly, and those dark deep eyes carried a unique gleam.