Chapter 1319 - 1321: Thomas Shannon, I’m So Tired...

Cheryl Chew felt warm inside, burying her head in Mrs. Shannon’s neck, "Godmother is so good."

After having dinner that night, Cheryl packed some simple luggage and went to the suburban villa.

Mrs. Shannon was worried about her and sent extra bodyguards along.

After taking a bath and coming downstairs, Thomas Shannon saw Mrs. Shannon still sitting on the sofa, looking unhappy, while James Shannon was trying to soothe her, but no expression could be seen on her face.

As soon as Thomas came, James found someone to vent his anger on, "Thomas, sit down!"

"Father, what have I done now?" Thomas leisurely sat down on the opposite sofa.

James furrowed his eyebrows, father and son stared at each other, their same handsome faces - one matured and subdued with the traces of time, the other still sharp and unrestrained.

"Speak, what good deeds have you done?" James suppressed his anger, with Cheryl gone, Mrs. Shannon’s whole mood was down.

James saw it in her eyes and felt it in his heart.

All of this was caused by that little rascal Thomas!

Thomas leaned over, poured himself a cup of water, and took a slow sip. His deep cold eyes were laced with a hint of a smile, "It’s not much, just clearing obstacles to marry a wife, that’s all."

Obstacles?

"Is Cheryl your obstacle?"

"That’s what you said yourself, Mister Shannon," Thomas wore an expression of ’I didn’t say anything.’

Mrs. Shannon rubbed her forehead with a headache, "Enough, no more talking, let this matter be. Cheryl isn’t staying outside permanently, she’ll come back."

After speaking, Mrs. Shannon got up and went upstairs. James gave Thomas an annoyed glare, then followed Mrs. Shannon, supporting her as they went up.

Watching their backs disappear at the staircase corner, Thomas comfortably crossed his long legs and lightly tapped the water cup with one hand, "Charlie, how long until Fennie arrives?"

"Young Master, five more hours."

Five hours... soon.

The airplane landed at Country A International Airport, and it was already early morning.

Sophie Sullivan hadn’t slept well on the airplane, and now that she landed, she felt languid and appeared unwell.

"Miss Cecilia Branford, are you alright?" the guard asked worriedly.

Sophie shook her head, "Let’s find a hotel to stay in first, and deal with other matters tomorrow."

"Yes, Miss Cecilia,"

As the group just left the sluice, Sophie lowered her head, and suddenly in front of her appeared a pair of men’s leather shoes, so clean they were reflective.

Her gaze slowly moved upward, she saw the man’s remarkably handsome face, as if meticulously sculpted by God, deep and dimensional, with a fatal attraction.

Thomas Shannon had a smile at the corner of his thin lips, and upon seeing her facial color at that moment, his eyebrows furrowed, "Not feeling well?"

The man’s warm, dry hands cupped her face, he lowered his head and asked with concern.

Sophie leaned into his embrace, "Thomas Shannon, I’m so tired..."

Rarely seeing her show weakness, Thomas held her and gently patted her back, "Alright, let’s immediately return home to rest."

Thomas kissed the top of her head, "Do you want me to carry you to the car, or..."

"I’ll walk myself."

In the public eye, she didn’t want to draw too much attention.

The truth was, even if she didn’t want to draw attention, her dazzling face and accompanying entourage had long caught everyone’s notice.

With the halo of Young Master Thomas Shannon, she became the center of attention at the airport.

Holding Sophie’s waist, Thomas led her to the car.