Pampered by My Secret Husband

Isabel’s disdainful expression froze when she saw the handsome, cold face of the man.

The surprise in her eyes appeared layer after layer in her gaze.

She had always thought that Lucifer’s devilish handsomeness made him the most attractive man.

Unexpectedly, Thomas Shannon, as handsome as he was, was no less than Lucifer.

The man carried an innate nobility, his complexion was gloomy, his thin lips pressed tightly, exuding an aura of keeping strangers at bay.

”Mister Andres, sorry to keep you waiting.”

He arrived In Front of Dining Table, Charlie River immediately pulled out the chair for him, and his tall, slender body sat down.

Isabel’s breathing became erratic, and even his voice was so magnetic and charming. The resentment she felt from waiting just now had completely dissipated.

Andres laughed heartily, ”We just arrived, Young Master Shannon, this is my niece, Cecilia Branford. Cecilia, this is Young Master Shannon.”

Isabel smiled slightly, her red lips perfectly contoured, ”Hello.”

The greeting, neither overbearing nor servile, was more in line with her identity as Miss Cecilia Branford.

For so many years, from childhood to adulthood, she had been by Cecilia’s side. Her words and deeds, even if not fully mastered, were at least partially learned.

Thomas Shannon lit a cigarette, his eye color slightly dimming, ”What happened to Miss Cecilia’s voice?”

”Cecilia was previously in a severe car accident, and was seriously injured, her voice also got ruined,” Andres explained, simultaneously looking at Isabel with great affection, ”My niece has suffered too much, even if the outside world comments that she is spoiled and capricious, in my eyes, she is the best. A girl should have more confidence, Young Master Shannon, don’t you think?”

”Of course.” Thomas Shannon held a smile, nodding lightly.

His deep, dark gaze consistently stayed on Isabel’s face, carrying a burning temperature and an air of determination.

Isabel’s heart was pounding wildly. Being a woman, she certainly knew what it meant when a man looked at you with fiery eyes.

She could sense Thomas Shannon’s interest in her.

And he made no attempt to hide it.

Andres, wisely, did not discuss business On Dining Table, instead allowing Isabel and Thomas Shannon to talk, facilitating their conversation.

The dinner lasted for two hours.

Amidst red wine and the dazzling night view of Imperial City, Isabel felt herself getting drunk.

She held her forehead with one hand, closing her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling delicately, exuding an endearing vulnerability.

Thomas Shannon looked at her, lost in thought, gradually tightening his grip on the goblet.

”Young Master Shannon, it’s getting late, my niece can’t handle much alcohol, I’ll take her back to rest now.”

Andres helped Isabel up, bidding farewell to Thomas Shannon.

Thomas Shannon casually swirled the red wine in the goblet, his thin lips gently parted, ”Charlie, see Mister Andres and Miss Cecilia off for me.”

”Yes, Young Master.” Charlie River respectfully agreed, then personally escorted Andres and Isabel out.

Back at the hotel, Isabel couldn’t wait to ask, ”Daddy, is Thomas Shannon interested in me?”

Andres rarely smiled, praising her cleverness. Isabel was even happier; women could boast about more than just money and luxury goods.

They could also flaunt a breathtakingly handsome man.

Being admired by a man like Thomas Shannon was, for Isabel, another thing she could boast about, satisfying her vanity.