Thomas Shannon lazily glanced at him without saying a word.
Edward Benson sipped his brandy.
"Thomas, do you really have no feelings for Amelia Shaw anymore?"
Thomas Shannon's head was slightly lowered, his handsome face half-lit and half-shadowed under the light, as he played with the wine glass in his hand.
His contours were cold and deep, exuding an aloof pride.
"Bay King, you're not usually the kind to meddle in other people's affairs." Thomas Shannon's voice was low and husky, with a hint of sarcasm.
He had inquired about Amelia Shaw time and again.
Thomas Shannon inevitably felt disgruntled. After all, who was Edward Benson truly friends with—Amelia Shaw, or him?
"Thomas, I just feel sorry for her..."
William Guillen patted Edward Benson on the shoulder, a 'don't cause trouble' expression on his face. "Even if you feel sorry for her, it's not your place to do so."
