Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 451: Chapter 453: She Won’t Be Let Go Even In Death

As soon as Thomas Shannon entered the bar, he heard a reproachful voice, ”It seems like your mood is unusually terrible.”

The bartender saw Thomas Shannon and respectfully bowed in greeting, ”Greetings, President.”

Edward Benson turned his head and looked at his good friend. He chuckled lightly. ”Thomas, you’re here. Come, join me for a drink or two.”

Thomas Shannon sat down beside him and snapped his fingers. The bartender immediately poured him a glass of Whiskey.

Edward Benson raised his glass. Thomas Shannon clinked it lightly with his and took a shallow sip. ”Still haven’t found her?”

Edward Benson let the potent Whiskey pour down his throat. The burning sensation traveled down his esophagus and settled in his stomach.

A fiery heat stimulated his nerves and senses.

He put down his wine glass, a bitter smile on his lips. Propping his head up with one hand, he said drunkenly, ”Thomas, sometimes I truly wonder if she’s already dead... if she vanished from this world long ago. Maybe it’s me, my own refusal to believe, my inability to accept this cruel reality, so I keep imagining she’s not dead, that she’s alive and well in some corner of the world.”

Thomas Shannon took a sip of Whiskey. Listening to his friend’s agitated words, he raised his hand and patted Edward’s shoulder. ”Bay King, you’re drunk.”

”Yes, I’m drunk.” Edward Benson forcefully wiped his face, trying to pull himself together. ”If I weren’t drunk, I could never bring myself to say these things. These words... they’ve run through my mind countless times, but I never dared to voice them...”

Some words are buried deep within the heart. Some suspicions are hidden even deeper. He didn’t dare to speak them, fearing that if he did, this beautiful dream would shatter. He was terrified that his last emotional anchor would crumble completely.

Thomas Shannon’s strong brows furrowed, a hint of worry clouding his handsome features. ”Edward, let me take you upstairs to rest.”

”No, Thomas. Let me finish.” Edward Benson asked the bartender for a bottle of Whiskey. He poured himself a full glass and was just about to drink it.

Thomas Shannon snatched the glass from his hand. ”Edward, you’ve had too much.”

Edward Benson blinked, then began to laugh.

His laughter was desolate. He buried his face in his hands, his voice, choked with anguish, seeping through his fingers. ”Thomas, if time could be turned back, I would never have let her go... I would die before letting her leave me.”

Thomas Shannon put down the glass, then draped Edward’s arm over his own shoulder, supporting him as they left.

There were suites on the top floor of the Golden Wing Palace. One was for Thomas Shannon’s exclusive use, while William Guillen and Edward Benson also had suites reserved for them.

Thomas Shannon helped Edward Benson into his suite and laid him on the bed. ”Edward, you’re tired. You need to get some proper sleep.”

Edward, groggy with alcohol, opened his eyes. ”Thomas... don’t ever be like me... don’t ever...”

He kept murmuring, ”Don’t ever...” over and over again.

At last, Edward Benson drifted into a deep sleep.

Thomas Shannon looked at his sleeping friend. He and William Guillen had witnessed Edward’s agony unfold over the years.

They had seen it all: how he had become a walking corpse, how tirelessly he had searched; how his hopes had flared, only to be extinguished by despair, again and again. Love... it truly was the most painful thing. For a woman, Edward had gone so far as to change his name and cut all ties with his family. Even so, that woman... she never came back to him. Was she dead or alive? There was no way to know. In this vast world, this boundless sea of humanity, how could it possibly be easy to find a single person?