Chapter 1106: Chapter 1108: I Want to Stay by Brother Shannon’s Side

"Brother Shannon, did you... come back alone?"

Cheryl Chew thought he would bring the maniac back, but now it seems he returned alone.

Then... where is the maniac?

She really wanted to see what kind of heavenly amazing appearance the maniac had.

Hearing others’ evaluations never quite matched seeing it with her own eyes.

"What else?" Thomas Shannon retorted coldly.

Cheryl Chew shrank her neck, knowing he was upset. She reached out, tugged on his sleeve, and gently shook it, "Brother Shannon, I just came back from A University and haven’t had dinner yet. Can you accompany me for dinner?"

Thomas Shannon’s gaze fell on the hand tugging his sleeve, and Cheryl Chew reluctantly let go, her head drooping low in disappointment.

"Meow~"

Harry leisurely rolled over in Thomas Shannon’s embrace. On the days Gaby wasn’t around, Harry once again took charge.

He walked arrogantly inside the manor, strutting around.

Cheryl Chew glanced at the chubby Harry and suddenly felt envious. She meowed softly at Harry.

Harry suddenly raised his head and stared straight at her.

Cheryl Chew laughed, reached out, and petted Harry’s head, "Harry is still so cute."

Harry contentedly jumped into her embrace, rubbing his head against her hand, wanting more pats.

"Harry, are you trying to act cute with me?" Cheryl Chew started playing with Harry, while Thomas Shannon raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

He got up and walked towards the restaurant, and Cheryl Chew saw this and quickly followed with Harry in her arms.

Inside the spacious restaurant, only Cheryl Chew was talking, and Thomas Shannon occasionally responded.

Even so, Cheryl Chew was fully satisfied.

After dinner, Cheryl Chew ran back upstairs and then quickly ran back down, "Brother Shannon, this is my painting, for you!"

It was a portrait sketch, the person’s profile sharp and handsome, with eyes that appeared even more deep and profound.

"Just put it down," Thomas Shannon knew that both she and his mother liked painting.

But in terms of skill, she naturally lacked a little. He didn’t say much, just nodded to let her put it down, not wanting to discourage her.

Cheryl Chew bit her lip, uneasily asked, "Brother Shannon, don’t you like it?"

Thomas Shannon raised his wrist to look at his wristwatch, "I still have things to do, you should rest early."

Having said that, he instructed Charlie River to prepare the car.

Cheryl Chew wanted to catch up with him, but seeing his quickly departing figure, she hesitated and stopped.

Her head drooped dejectedly, drip—

The sketch in her hand, the tears blurred the paper...

That night, Mrs. Shannon called her. Lying on the bed, Cheryl Chew’s eyes were red and swollen from crying, "Godmother, does Brother Shannon not like me coming to the Imperial City?"

"What’s wrong, Cheryl?" Mrs. Shannon asked anxiously, "Did Lincoln bully you?"

"No, Brother Shannon didn’t bully me..." She just, just felt that he didn’t quite like her coming to the Imperial City.

Mrs. Shannon sighed, "Cheryl, if you feel aggrieved staying there, your godmother will send someone to bring you back."

Upon hearing about going back, Cheryl Chew immediately wiped her tears and quickly said, "Godmother, I’m fine here, I don’t want to go back..."

"Why?"

"Godmother... I want to stay by Brother Shannon’s side."

After all, Mrs. Shannon had watched her grow up and understood her feelings well.

She had liked Thomas Shannon for not just a day or two.