Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1136 - 1138: Hiding Away to Secretly Shed Tears Again

Cheryl Chew shivered all over, her palm full of sweat due to nervousness."Brother Shannon, people can’t live without food. How can your body stand it if you don’t eat at all? Just eat a little bit..."

"I told you to get out, didn’t you hear?"

The man impatiently slammed his hand on the desk.

Cheryl Chew was startled, she tightly shut her eyes, "I’m sorry, Brother Shannon..."

Thomas Shannon extinguished the cigarette butt, the anger in his heart reaching its peak, "I’ll say it one last time, get out!"

Cheryl Chew lowered her head, tears as large as beans fell onto the ground.

She didn’t mean to make him angry, she just... didn’t want him to ruin his own body.

"Cheryl Chew, you’re really something!"

Once the words were spoken, Cheryl Chew didn’t have time to react. Her head moved suddenly, and she raised it in panic, only to see a slightly surprised expression on Thomas Shannon’s face.

She wanted to say something, but before she could open her mouth, everything went black and she completely lost consciousness.

Thomas Shannon hadn’t expected that she didn’t even dodge and was hit on the head with an ashtray like this.

Watching her collapse in front of him, blood began to trickle down from her head, gradually covering her face.

The blood was like a terrifying vine, spreading across her entire face.

Thomas Shannon got up, went around the desk to her side, and held her body in his embrace, "Fit? Cheryl Chew?!"

Cheryl Chew was unconscious, with no awareness.

"Call the doctor, quickly!"

The man in black heard the noise and immediately notified the medical office, asking the doctor to come over right away.

Inside the bedroom.

Cheryl Chew lay quietly on the bed, with thick gauze wrapped around her head, the wound already treated by the doctor.

Now, just waiting for her to wake up on her own.

Thomas Shannon stood at the bedside, raising his hand to his forehead in frustration, damn it!

The irritation inside heart had no outlet for release.

He kicked the chair next to him hard. Just at that time, Cheryl Chew’s mobile phone rang.

Thomas Shannon picked it up and saw it was a call from his mother, and his gaze fell on Cheryl Chew’s face, his eye color darkened.

If his mother found out that Cheryl Chew got a hole in her head and passed out because of an ashtray he threw, what kind of reaction would she have?

Thinking it over, Thomas Shannon hung up the phone.

In less than one minute, his mobile phone rang.

Thomas Shannon took a deep breath, went to the balcony, feeling the slightly stuffy night breeze, and answered the phone.

"Mother."

His voice was low, with a slight hoarseness.

Mrs. Shannon heard the difference in his voice and asked with concern, "Lincoln, what’s wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"Mother, I’m fine."

"You’re fine? That’s good. What about Cheryl? I called her but she hung up. I’m worried she might have something wrong."

Thomas Shannon looked up, gazing at the night sky, speaking in a mild tone, "What could happen to her, don’t worry unnecessarily."

"Lincoln, how can you talk like that? Don’t you know what kind of person Cheryl is? Even if she’s wronged, she wouldn’t dare to tell me directly. I’m just afraid she’s been wronged and is now hiding somewhere, secretly shedding tears."

She’s not shedding tears, she can’t even cry now, she’s already unconscious.

Thomas Shannon silently thought to himself, but these were words he absolutely couldn’t say to Mrs. Shannon. Once she knew, she would immediately fly over here.

At that time, it would be another chaotic scene.

"Mother, she’s really fine, I assure you, okay?"

Mrs. Shannon quietly sighed.

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