Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 862 - 864: Be Gentle, Are You Trying to Murder Your Beloved Husband?

Edward Benson didn’t spare a glance at Thomas Shannon and followed Charlie River to the backyard.

The man in black brought dinner to Linda, who, after eating, took a bath and got ready for bed.

During the days of being confined here, although there was no freedom, there was also no mistreatment.

Completely contrary to what Linda thought a prisoner would endure.

After she lay down, just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard footsteps and immediately jumped out of bed alertly, going to the doorway, clenching one hand into a fist.

The bedroom door suddenly opened without warning, and Linda’s clenched fist swung forward.

Edward Benson was quick-eyed, and with one hand enveloped her fist in his palm.

Charlie River turned on the lamp, and the darkness inside the bedroom was immediately as bright as daytime.

The moment Edward Benson’s gaze met Linda’s, he saw that incredibly familiar face, and his eye sockets suddenly turned red.

His whole body stiffened, and his voice shattered to an unimaginable degree, hoarse like an old man approaching his twilight years, "Isla...my Isla..."

Linda looked at the man in front of her, his clothes disheveled, battered and bruised, looking exceedingly wretched.

Especially when he saw her, the reddened eyes made Linda feel this person was abnormal.

"Let go of me!"

Linda struggled, trying to pull her hand away from his grasp.

Edward Benson lost control and tightly embraced her in his arms, the shattered voice carried a sob, "Isla...you finally came back, I’ve been searching for you so desperately."

Linda felt a dampness on her neck, was this strange man crying?

However, she didn’t have much sympathy, and after a few seconds, she fiercely pushed Edward Benson away.

Backhanded a slap across his face.

Pa!

The crisp sound echoed inside the bedroom.

Edward Benson looked at her blankly, Linda took two steps back, "You’ve mistaken me for someone else, I’m not Isla, I’m Linda."

"You are my Isla, how can you be Linda..." Edward Benson laughed bitterly, "Isla, you must still be mad at me, right?"

This man is truly baffling!

Linda glared at him with disgust, her gaze devoid of warmth, icy enough to cause a dull pain inside Edward Benson’s heart.

"I’ll say it one more time, I’m not Isla, my name is Linda."

This sentence had exhausted all her patience.

Edward Benson hung his head, one hand on his forehead, his head aching as if it would explode, with bitterness spreading from his throat which he desperately suppressed under his tongue.

"Isla, I’m sorry."

The excessively luxurious main hall, a mess all over, had already been swiftly cleaned up by the servants.

Sophie Sullivan reluctantly applied medicine for Thomas Shannon, her red lips, like petals, pouting slightly.

Thomas Shannon tightly gripped her wrist with one hand, "Be gentle, are you trying to murder your beloved husband?"

"Thomas Shannon, don’t push your luck!"

The term ’beloved husband’ had been used, did he not care about his face anymore?

While the two were bickering, Charlie River returned, he came in front of Thomas Shannon, "Young Master, Young Master Benson has left with Linda."

Thomas Shannon saw Charlie River return alone and already knew that would be the outcome.

He let out a cold snort, saying nothing.

Since Edward Benson dared to cause a scene, he had already made up his mind to take Linda away.

No one could stop him.

Moreover, he never intended to hide Linda in the first place, preventing him from finding her.

"Thomas Shannon, why don’t you explain?" Sophie Sullivan applied the medicine on his face using the towel in front of her, raising her gaze to ask.

"Do you think he would listen to anything I say now?"

A furious Edward Benson wouldn’t just not listen to him; even sparing him a glance would make him want to fight to the death.