Chapter 1667 Of Course That Beauty Has Something to Do With You

That night, Alexander Shaw and Isla Lane talked for a long time in their room about Benjamin Shaw, but the conversation didn’t go well.

Isla Lane was still stubbornly convinced that Alice Turner should be with Benjamin Shaw, and she hadn’t taken in a word Alexander said.

Seeing how obstinate and obsessive she was, he slammed the door in a fury and went to sleep in the study, deciding he’d had enough of her making him angry.

After Charlotte Shaw dropped Benjamin Shaw off at home, she left. As she left, she swore to herself that she would never follow her mom’s lead and mess around like this again.

Thinking back on everything she’d done these past few days, she even felt disgusted with herself.

After dinner, Benjamin Shaw went upstairs to his room and never came out again; he had no idea what was happening downstairs between his parents.

The Shaw Family had a serious rift; father and son had finally talked things through, Charlotte Shaw washed her hands of the whole mess, but Isla Lane still clung to her own ideas.

Alice Turner would never have imagined that because of her, the relationships within the Shaw Family would end up like this.

“Honey! Have you figured out what you’re going to say to him tomorrow?” Thinking about Thomas Fisher meeting Benjamin Shaw the next evening, Alice Turner felt a little worried—not about anything else, just that the two good buddies might have some ugly fallout because of her.

Thomas Fisher stretched out his long arm and pulled Alice Turner into his arms. “Just relax, I’ll handle it. Right now it’s time for bed, so stop…”

Ding-dong!

The text alert tone suddenly chimed, interrupting the couple who were just about to turn in.

“Let go of me first, I need to see who texted.” Alice Turner pushed Thomas Fisher away, turned to pick up her phone from the nightstand, and glanced at the screen. It was a message from Anthony.

Thomas Fisher saw it too and cursed Anthony in his heart, but he only dared complain inside. On the surface he still had to keep up his smiling, easygoing image.

“Who is it from?”

He pretended he hadn’t seen and leaned closer to her.

Alice Turner held the phone up to Thomas Fisher’s face so he could see Anthony’s text. “Jacob sent me a photo of a beauty. Isn’t she stunning to you?”

Anthony had sent Alice Turner a photo of a woman she knew—Caroline Gower, the Taylor Family’s young “niece,” who was also a big-time star.

“Right now, you’re the only one who can stun me. Any other woman is just background decoration to me.”

Whether in his eyes or in his heart, Thomas Fisher only had room for Alice Turner. Other women couldn’t even catch his eye, let alone make it into his heart.

Alice Turner was secretly over the moon, but her mouth was still sharp. “Such a smooth talker.”

As she spoke, she lifted her phone closer to his eyes, wanting him to see the photo more clearly.

“Put that away, I’m not interested.”

Thomas Fisher pushed the phone out of his face and pulled her back into his arms.

Seeing him act so disdainful, the corners of Alice Turner’s mouth couldn’t help but curl up. “Do you know who this beauty is? Let me tell you, she’s…”

“Why would I care who she is? What does she have to do with me?”

Before Alice Turner could finish, Thomas Fisher cut her off. To keep her from showing him that photo again, he rolled over and pinned her beneath him.

Alice Turner still held up the phone, trying to make Thomas Fisher look. “Of course this beauty has something to do with you, you’ll see—mm…”

The man suddenly lowered his head and sealed her chattering lips with his.