Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 876 - 878: I Don’t Want to Hear You Say Sorry

But she has already lost her memory, nearly forgetting everything from the past.

So, there’s no way to verify it.

Linda would not be with a stranger, let alone, she is now eager to return to the Presidential Mansion to report back to Lillian Spencer.

This man is truly cautious, looking around the large villa, there is no communication device that can be used.

His mobile phone never leaves his side, she attempted to steal it countless times, only to be caught right on the spot at the last moment.

The words "I don’t even know you" deeply pierced Edward Benson’s heart.

His eye color dimmed instantly, his facial color also turned paler, the bitterness inside his heart was surging up, reaching his throat.

"Isla... I’m sorry."

"I don’t want to hear you say sorry, unlock the handcuffs."

Linda looked impatient, but her voice remained calm, showing that she was already trying hard to suppress her emotions. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Edward Benson had no choice but to unlock the handcuffs, giving a bitter smile, "Go ahead."

Linda shook the handcuffs on her wrist, feeling dissatisfied, but she said nothing more and went straight to the restroom.

Initially planning to escape, she was shocked to find from the restroom that the entire villa was patrolled by security guards.

It was no exaggeration to say there was a guard every three steps and a post every five steps, the level of security was comparable to a military stronghold.

If there were only a few bodyguards, she could handle it, but so many, she was outnumbered.

Having weighed the situation in her heart, she simply gave up the struggle.

Finding a way to persuade Edward Benson to let her go was the right path.

Coming out of the restroom, Linda returned to the kitchen, where Edward Benson turned his head, giving a doting smile, "Wait a bit longer, one more dish and we can have dinner."

Seeing how obedient she was, Edward Benson wasn’t in a hurry to put the handcuffs back on.

Dinner was served, full of color, aroma, and taste.

These years, even without cooking, his past skills remained and hadn’t regressed.

Linda didn’t pick up the chopsticks, she looked at William Guillen, "When will you let me leave?"

"Isla, eat first, otherwise the dishes will get cold in a while."

"Answer me."

The smile on Edward Benson’s face gradually froze, he put down the chopsticks, eyes full of sorrow, "Do you really want to leave me that much?"

"I don’t know you, even if we were in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship at that time, you should give me a chance to adjust."

Linda looked at him coldly, "Instead of imprisoning me by your side as you are now, forcing me to stay. Your actions are no different from those of a rascal tyrant. Perhaps, this is why I was forced to escape from you at that time?"

"No, it wasn’t like that, Isla..." Edward Benson wanted to explain to her, but at that time, the way she left was too tragic.

He couldn’t bear to speak, nor dared to say.

Every time he thought of that scene, his whole body would spasm in pain.

That was the biggest nightmare of his life...

"Then let me go, let me meet you as ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend, let me get to know you again."

Edward Benson trembled as he reached out his hand, holding her hand, Isla’s bones were small, and she was petite, even her hands were small and soft.

He could completely wrap them with one hand.

Linda’s palms were filled with calluses, he knew better than anyone, why those calluses appeared there.

But now wasn’t the time to ask her.

Edward Benson raised his eyelids, his tone mournful, with a cautious plea: "Promise me, don’t leave Country A, don’t leave the Imperial City."