Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1220 - 1222: Thirsty or Not, Do You Want Some Water?

Edward Benson said slowly, "Lan Singh, when you truly fall in love with someone, you’ll know that even sacrificing your life will be sweet as honey. Not to mention the simple act of setting her free...""Forget it! I’m afraid I’ll never understand that in this lifetime." William Guillen raised his hand, making a dismissive gesture.

Edward Benson laughed, "Landon, in matters of love, it’s not up to us at all. When you encounter it, you won’t say that."

Autumn Johnson, supporting herself with a crutch, arrived outside the door of the room. She had heard from the nurse that Edward Benson was injured, and William Guillen had already gone to see him.

After all, having known him, Fluffy Zane also came to see how he was.

She freed a hand and knocked on the door.

Edward Benson and William Guillen exchanged a look, William Guillen was slightly annoyed, wondering who was interrupting at this time.

He asked harshly, "Who is it?"

"It’s me, Fluffy Zane." She said nervously then asked, "Can I come in?"

Edward Benson looked at William Guillen in confusion. Didn’t he come alone?

How come Fluffy Zane is also here?

Hearing that the person outside the door was Fluffy Zane, William Guillen rubbed his forehead in frustration, seeking Edward Benson’s opinion, "She might want to see you, is it okay to let her in?"

"I don’t mind."

William Guillen nodded, got up, and walked to the door. Opening it, he saw Fluffy Zane standing there with a crutch, looking nervously at him, "Uh... should I not have come?"

"No, come in." He approached Fluffy Zane, carefully supporting her, and reminded her, "Be careful."

"Okay."

Edward Benson had already struggled to sit up, leaning against the head of the bed.

Seeing Fluffy Zane with a crutch, he was genuinely stunned for a while, "Your leg...?"

"Just a minor injury, I’m fine now." Autumn Johnson smiled lightly, "How’s your leg?"

Edward Benson also smiled, "My leg is much better too, no big deal. It seems we have shared misery, both having leg injuries."

Autumn Johnson nodded in agreement, William Guillen cleared his throat, not wanting to dwell on the topic, he helped Autumn Johnson into a chair.

Then he asked, "Thirsty? Want some water?"

"No need, I’m not thirsty."

"How about some fruit?"

"No, thank you."

"Alright, just sit then." William Guillen nodded to himself, sat on the sofa, picked an apple from the fruit plate, and started peeling it.

Autumn Johnson sat awkwardly at the bedside, looking at Edward Benson, then at William Guillen.

Unfortunately, William Guillen didn’t pick up on her plea for help and kept his head down, focused on peeling the apple.

Edward Benson noticed her unease and restraint, and proactively started a conversation. Gradually, the two of them began chatting.

William Guillen finished peeling the apple, got up and handed it to Edward Benson, "Here you go."

"Ladies first, give it to Fluffy," Edward Benson said.

William Guillen glanced at Fluffy Zane, "She doesn’t eat apples."

Edward Benson wanted to ask how he knew, but felt it was inappropriate, so he let it go.

Edward Benson was preoccupied, clearly trying to keep the mood light despite his worries. William Guillen let Fluffy Zane chat with him for a while, then said, "It’s getting late, Fluffy, I’ll take you back to rest."

"Alright." Fluffy Zane had no objections.

William Guillen helped her up, turned and looked at Edward Benson, his gaze full of concern, "Benson, rest well. Everything will get better."