Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 120: Was it you who saved me back then?

Thomas Shannon lazily glanced at him without saying a word.

Edward Benson sipped his brandy.

"Thomas, do you really have no feelings for Alia Shaw anymore?"

Thomas Shannon’s head was slightly lowered, his handso face half-lit and half-shadowed under the light, as he played with the wine glass in his hand.

His contours were cold and deep, exuding an aloof pride.

"Bay King, you’re not usually the kind to ddle in other people’s affairs." Thomas Shannon’s voice was low and husky, with a hint of sarcasm.

He had inquired about Alia Shaw ti and again.

Thomas Shannon inevitably felt disgruntled. After all, who was Edward Benson truly friends with—Alia Shaw, or him?

"Thomas, I just feel sorry for her..."

William Guillen patted Edward Benson on the shoulder, a ’don’t cause trouble’ expression on his face. "Even if you feel sorry for her, it’s not your place to do so."

Besides, a woman like Alia Shaw wasn’t worth pitying. It was all her own doing! Who could she bla? She had chosen her own path; even if it ant crawling, she had to see it through to the end herself.

Thomas Shannon drained the wine in his glass, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

He put down his wine glass, licked the corner of his lips, and said, "Bay King, not all won are like yours... Did you know that Frank Mitchell went bankrupt?"

"I roughly guessed as much." Edward Benson nodded. Alia Shaw had chosen Frank Mitchell back then and gone abroad with him.

When he ran into her in Silicon Valley, she was already in a very difficult situation.

Her return now was undoubtedly related to Frank Mitchell. It was only after leaving Frank Mitchell that she had co to appreciate Thomas Shannon’s good qualities.

Edward Benson didn’t want to ddle, but... he was afraid they might repeat his mistakes. Now, though he searched to the ends of the earth, he could hardly find the one his heart truly loved. ’Cherish the one before you’—he only truly understood the profound aning of this phrase when it was too late, when regret had consud him. What did it really an to cherish soone?

Edward Benson lowered his head and drank his wine sullenly, forcing down the bitterness that spread from the root of his tongue. "Fine, just pretend I never asked."

Sensing the awkward shift in atmosphere, William Guillen imdiately tried to smooth things over. "Co on, co on, let’s drink! No one is allowed to ntion any of those upsetting matters tonight."

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After her bath, Sophie Sullivan lay down, ready to sleep.

The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. Charlie River entered, supporting a drunken Thomas Shannon. Upon seeing her, Charlie River’s face turned serious. "What are you just standing there for? Co and take care of the Young Master."

Sophie Sullivan lifted the silk quilt and got out of bed.

As she neared Thomas Shannon, the strong stench of alcohol emanating from him made her recoil two steps.

"Charlie River, you do it. I can’t." Sophie Sullivan kept her distance, her face etched with disgust.

Charlie River snorted coldly, "Ungrateful wretch, don’t you rember who saved you from becoming crocodile food!"

Charlie River’s words only made Sophie Sullivan more curious. Ever since she had first woken up, she had wondered who exactly had saved her, but she had never received an answer.

Listening to Charlie River now, it was obvious he knew who it was.

Sophie Sullivan took two steps forward, scrutinizing the resentful expression on Charlie River’s face. "Charlie River, you’re not trying to tell that *you* were the one who saved back then, are you?"

"It was the Young Master!"

Sophie Sullivan heard Charlie River grinding his teeth. "To save you, the Young Master killed a crocodile! Do you know how much that crocodile was worth?"

Sophie Sullivan was speechless.

She was utterly stunned. The person who saved her... was actually Thomas Shannon? He killed a crocodile to save her?

The shock resonated through her, beyond what words could express. Sophie Sullivan found herself unable to speak, simply standing there in a daze as Charlie River continued his tirade.