Chapter 1183: Chapter 1185: Aren’t You Coming Back Tonight?
Thomas Shannon’s whole body tensed up. He turned around and grabbed her chin with one hand, his long, cold eyes narrowed dangerously, "Cecilia Branford, don’t rely on your face to be presumptuous."
Sophie Sullivan blinked her eyes, her brain whirled, and she understood, "So, you only like this face?"
The doorbell rang, Thomas Shannon patted her cheek, "Alright, the midnight snack is here."
Although not very satisfied, Sophie decided to fill her stomach first and deal with him later.
In the living room, the waiter laid out the midnight snack on the dining table and respectfully withdrew.
Sophie hadn’t had a chance to take a bath, draped in her sleep gown, she sat on a chair and glanced at the food on the tabletop, and immediately lost all appetite.
What kind of rubbish is this!
Not a single thing she liked to eat.
The man sitting opposite raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "What’s wrong, Cecilia? Aren’t these all your favorites, don’t they suit your taste?"
Sophie: "..."
These aren’t Cecilia’s favorites; they’re the bastard Isabel’s favorites.
"I’ve eaten too much of these usually, want to change my taste." Sophie got up and picked up the phone, ordering several soup noodles.
As if in revenge, she ordered all the soup noodles on the menu, one of every kind.
Thomas Shannon smiled, picked up the knife and fork, and began eating elegantly.
Sophie sat on the sofa, Harry constantly clung to her. It wasn’t quite right to push him away, nor to hold him.
She lowered her voice, poking Harry’s fluffy head with her index finger, "Such a troublesome little demon."
A mobile phone ringtone broke the late-night tranquility.
Sophie glanced at the man who was dining, "Your phone."
"Mm."
"Aren’t you going to answer it?" She glanced at him askance.
The person calling him at this late hour certainly wasn’t an ordinary person.
Thomas Shannon leisurely put down the knife and fork, picked up the napkin, wiped the corner of his mouth, then got up to retrieve his mobile phone in the bedroom.
He picked up the mobile phone, answered it while walking back to the dining table, "Hello?"
"Brother Shannon... are you not coming back tonight?"
In the deep night silence, Sophie perked up her ears and heard that faint sound of Brother Shannon, and immediately realized.
It’s Cheryl Chew.
It makes sense, now Cheryl Chew is living inside the manor.
"Is something the matter?" Thomas Shannon leaned his body against the chair back, didn’t answer directly, but looked at Sophie.
That gaze seemed to say, ’It’s you that has entangled me and kept me from returning home.’
Sophie stared at him annoyed, does he have no shame?
"I... I just worry about you. Brother Shannon, if you’re socializing, don’t drink too much. Alcohol is bad for you, if something happens to you, Godmother will be heartbroken."
Thomas Shannon raised his hand, rubbed his forehead, and sighed softly, "Cheryl, I’m not a child anymore, I know all of this."
"Sorry, Brother Shannon... I’m just worried, as long as you know. I’ll hang up then."
Thomas Shannon put down his mobile phone, looking pensive at a certain spot.
Sophie coughed lightly.
Thomas Shannon didn’t return to his senses.
She hugged Harry and coughed forcefully twice.
The man finally snapped back out of his thoughts, his puzzled eyes looked at her, "Are you sick?"
"My throat’s a bit itchy." Sophie forced an explanation, paused, then asked seemingly inadvertently, "So late, who called you?"
"A friend."
"Sounded like a woman, a girlfriend?"
Thomas Shannon laughed quietly, he got up and walked toward her. Sophie extended her hand to make a stopping gesture, "Don’t come."
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