Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 799 - 801: If You Were Told to Give Up the Maniac, Could You?

Gaby howled and lunged forward, causing Thomas Shannon to instinctively step back.

Gaby snorted with anger, clearly displaying its fury, as it slammed the door shut with its paw.

Bam!

A big noise.

The bedroom door closed in front of Thomas Shannon.

Thomas Shannon: "..."

Sophie Sullivan’s brought a mythical beast?

So human-like!

The bedroom door shut, Sophie Sullivan closed her eyes and slept comfortably.

With Gaby’s guard, Sophie wasn’t disturbed for one night, knowing Sophie was still angry, Thomas Shannon didn’t want to agitate her.

He simply went to the guest room to rest.

Wanting him to sleep in the study room was impossible.

Young Master Shannon’s pampered and noble body surely couldn’t tolerate sleeping in the study room?

The next day, early in the morning.

Edward Benson woke up, saw someone lying next to him, and was startled.

Upon closer inspection, it was Thomas Shannon. He sat up, rubbing his aching forehead with one hand, "Thomas, why are you here?"

Thomas Shannon placed a hand over his eyes, "Last night you vomited everywhere, causing trouble all night, and I held you down."

Young Master Shannon downplayed Edward Benson’s heroic drunken antics from last night.

Last night, to calm him down, Thomas Shannon indeed put in a lot of effort, finally being too exhausted, worried he’d go mad with wine again, simply lay down and slept.

Edward Benson’s eyes flashed with a hint of apology, "Sorry, I didn’t know I’d go mad after drinking."

Thomas Shannon raised his hand, sat up, and beneath his eyelids were faint shadows.

Clearly, he didn’t sleep well all night, his cold eyes still mixed with faint traces of bloodshot.

Raising his hand, he patted him on the shoulder, Thomas Shannon spoke earnestly, "Edward, if she’s still alive in the world, you’ll surely find her. But have you ever thought, what if she’s already gone?"

Thomas Shannon had always comforted him, but now, seeing him looking so dispirited.

He inevitably started worrying.

If she’s truly gone, then Edward Benson, who holds such deep obsession for her... would he think of something rash?

That’s the result he least wanted to see; he hoped he’d search while also freeing his own heart.

Edward Benson’s face turned pale, he forced a smile, asking, "Thomas, you think she’s already gone too, don’t you?"

Thomas Shannon’s expression was grave, barely nodding, "Edward, your life is still long, life must go on, we must look forward."

So many people, with various forces continuously searching, so many years have passed and still no trace.

What does that imply?

In the end, only two possibilities, one, she hid too well, and they haven’t found her.

Two, she has already vanished from the world, so even if they searched the whole world, it’s impossible to find her alive.

"Look forward..." Edward Benson murmured, and Thomas Shannon clearly saw the starlight in his eyes fading. He felt compassion as he patted his shoulder again, "Alright, stop thinking about it. Wash up and come down for breakfast."

He still needed to find Sophie Sullivan to see if she had calmed down.

Just as Thomas Shannon was getting out of bed, walking out, Edward Benson’s ethereal voice sounded from behind, "Thomas, if it was you who had to give up the maniac, could you?"

Thomas Shannon’s footsteps halted, having asked him a similar question before, how had he answered then?

The answer would certainly be negative.

"No," Thomas Shannon replied in a deep voice, without much thought.