Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1135 - 1137: Who Let You In?

So they argued fiercely, even to the point where the maniac was told to get lost.It makes sense, since the maniac was determined to escape, Brother Shannon would certainly be angry.

Cheryl Chew smiled slightly, "Thank you."

After speaking, she turned and ran upstairs.

The servant called out worriedly behind her, "Miss Fit, where are you going? Please don’t disturb the Young Master, he’ll be angry..."

Cheryl Chew ran breathlessly to the entrance of the study room, where the man in black blocked her, "Miss Fit, the Young Master does not allow anyone to disturb him."

Not allow anyone to disturb him?

Cheryl Chew caught her breath, then whispered, "I just want to ask Brother Shannon to have dinner."

"The Young Master does not allow anyone to disturb him," the man in black repeated.

"Has Brother Shannon eaten today?" Cheryl Chew’s concern was whether Thomas Shannon had had a meal today.

The answer was negative.

Cheryl Chew’s eyes darkened with deep worry, and she whispered, "I’ll persuade Brother Shannon, don’t worry, if anything happens, I’ll take responsibility. You wouldn’t want Brother Shannon to starve himself sick, would you?"

The man in black certainly didn’t want anything to happen to their Young Master, but at this moment, the Young Master was angry because of the maniac’s departure.

At this time, anyone who went in would suffer the consequences.

They were thinking of Cheryl Chew’s well-being as well, but if she insisted on going in...

They really had no reason to stop her, after all, she was Miss Fit, the Young Master would at least spare her a bit of dignity.

If Miss Fit was able to persuade the Young Master, that would be the best outcome for everyone.

Cheryl Chew gratefully clasped her hands, "Thank you."

She tentatively knocked on the door, then pushed it open and went in.

Inside the study room, the atmosphere was thick with smoke.

The smell of nicotine caused the unprepared Cheryl Chew to cough suddenly, and she covered her mouth and nose with one hand, coughing embarrassingly.

The study room had no lights on, only the faint light from the landscape lights in the manor illuminating through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Vaguely, she saw a black shadow sitting in front of the desk, with embers glowing sporadically.

"Brother Shannon?" Cheryl Chew stood still, unsure whether to turn on the light.

The man’s voice was deep and cold, "Who let you in?"

"Sorry Brother Shannon, I entered on my own accord," Cheryl Chew bit her lip and bravely raised her hand to turn on the light.

The golden light instantly illuminated the entire study room, driving away the darkness.

Cheryl Chew finally saw clearly how sullen the man sitting in the boss chair was.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face weary, and a stubble was emerging on his gracefully curved chin. The black shirt had a few buttons undone, revealing a large expanse of his sexy chest.

He was both handsome and carried a decadent sharpness.

Dangerous, yet with an irresistible fatal attraction.

Cheryl Chew’s steps involuntarily moved closer to him, this was the man she loved...

How she longed to smooth the worries on his brow.

"Brother Shannon, dinner is ready, have it with me," Cheryl Chew stood in front of the desk, cautiously watching him, even her voice was timid.

Her heart trembled fiercely, knowing he would be angry, but even so, she still gathered the courage to come in and say her piece.

Thomas Shannon’s cold and sharp eyes glanced at her, with a chill like a sharp blade. He raised the hand holding the cigarette to his thin lips, took a deep drag.

He exhaled a smoke ring slowly and said in a deep, endless cold voice, "Get out!"