Benson
Benson 115

Chapter 115 Lips Slightly Parted

Benson had been preoccupied all morning, his brows furrowed as he frequently glanced at the office door

Several documents were spread out on his desk, but his gaze kept wandering, showing his lack of focus.

It wasn’t until George returned that Benson felt a bit relieved.

“How did it go?” Benson asked, looking up with a hint of tension and anticipation in his eyes.

George, who had barely rested all night, had dark circles under his eyes but still looked spirited, holding the list Mary had handed over.

“I met everyone on the list, some in person and others through different means to verify their identities. I also asked detailed questions,” George said.

Benson nodded, signaling him to continue.

“They said John initially engaged in harassment and later in coercive” behavior, the longest duration being three years,” George’s voice was low and angry.

Benson leaned back lazily in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping on the desk as he pondered for a moment. “Really?”

George continued, “Some even said they could testify.”

Benson’s eyes grew deeper. “So, John is indeed a hypocrite, using the guise of help to commit vile acts?”

George, filled with indignation, replied, “If that were the case, wouldn’t Yvonne be just as righteous?”

Benson didn’t respond immediately, just quietly stared at George as if trying to see through his thoughts.

George, feeling uncomfortable under the gaze, felt a chill. I purely admire Mrs. Winstead, just like you do.”

Yvonne was beautiful, had a good reputation, and those who had worked with her spoke highly of her. She was always so confident and determined, making it hard not to be attracted to her

“Do you think Megan is pretty? Benson suddenly aske…

“She’s quite good–looking, tall and slim, fitting the current mainstream aesthetic. Why do you ask?”

“John helped her,” Benson’s voice carried a hint of coldness.

George cursed. Megan was so beautiful and had been John’s secretary, yet she wasn’t on the list? Should I investigate?”

“Investigate what?” George was confused.

“Find out who’s pulling the strings behind the scenes. Mary doesn’t have the brains for this,” Benson said.

After all, the matter of who drugged whom at the old mansion was still unresolved. George nodded and left.

Benson had just breathed a sigh of relief when the phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, it was Andrew

“Your wife called me, asking to cancel the collaboration with BR,” Andrew’s voice sounded tired,

“What?” Benson frowned, his tone carrying a hint of anger.

Andrew sighed, “It’s partly my fault for being too impatient. I was trying to push Bella, but Yvonne called and scolded me, saying she wouldn’t trade friends for projects.”

Bella had cried out of frustration to Yvonne, “What’s wrong with you? I’ve even slept with him, and you’re still being so difficult?”

Varinne locked at her her eye ile bith both tenderness and

resolve “Alright, Tere stag thile Fasthope you slept with him because you wanted to, not for any other wechange”

“Didn’t you exchange for me” Bella said excitedly. “In Biscayne,

Miami. Don’t think I don’t know”

Yvonne’s eyes softened, but her tone remained firm I can because

that person is my husband. But you can’t. One o

choose freely, to say yes or no

must be able to

Yvonne couldn’t escape temporarily, but Bella could choose not to get trapped

“If you still like him now, that’s another matter,” Yvonne said, then pressed the intercom to call Megan in

“Spread the news that Mary is meddling in someone else’s family,“ Yvonne said calmly.

Megan didn’t speak, looking at her boss with a hint of worry in her eyes. Bella, with red eyes, asked, “What are you going to do, confront

him head–on?”

“No, I’m using strategy. I want to make Mary lose everything.”

Yvonne’s eyes sparkled with determination.

Counting on Benson was hopeless; waiting for him to get tired was too passive. She would achieve her goals her way.

Around noon, Benson called her twice, but Yvonne didn’t answer.

After work, she visited her mother. Seeing her in a better state, Susan said Mary had transferred hospitals.

Yvonne thought it was probably to prevent further harm. When she left the hospital, it was almost nine o’clock, and she went to the club.

Bella had arranged for a few young men, who were good–looking and

obedient.

Their presence allowed Yvonne to temporarily forget her troubles and

relax a bit.

When in a bad mood, she would joke. When she wanted quiet, she would sit aside, only pouring drinks.

In the dim private room, Yvonne somewhat understood the joy men found in beautiful women, indeed feeling much more relaxed.

Last night at the hospital, she had hardly slept. Leaning on the sofa, she closed her eyes for a nap.

Gentle music played in her ears, and the soft light bathed her face, making her look especially tender.

Being gently embraced, she didn’t open her eyes, just lightly resting her head on the person’s shoulder, enjoying the moment, nuzzling against their neck…

The woman’s lips were beautiful, full and red, slightly parted. Her orchid–like breath brushed against the neck, tickling.

The man saw her long, thick eyelashes, like little fans.

“You make me feel good. Stay with me tonight,” Yvonne said, her tone gentle yet enticing, tugging at the heartstrings.

“How do you want me to stay, hmm?” the man responded, gripping her waist, his voice equally gentle but laced with hidden anger.

Yvonne found the voice familiar, frowning slightly before opening her eyes.

In front of her was the enlarged handsome face of a man, and she, feeling slightly tipsy, was unsure, “Benson?”

“Who else?”

“Buzzkill,” she muttered, pulling away from his embrace.

In this state, with a look he had never seen before, he definitely wouldn’t allow it.

“I’m the buzzkill, hmm?” He held her in his arms, though feeling frustrated inside.

He knew she was a proud and dignified girl. His forceful ways only made her unhappy.

It also pushed her further away, especially after last night’s incident. He didn’t want their relationship to worsen.

“Am I not?” she said, closing her eyes, not wanting to see him.

Benson sighed helplessly, trying to please her, holding her face and explaining in a low voice, “Not at all. Over the years… it’s always been _only you.”

Yvonne opened her eyes, lazily leaning on the sofa, lifting her eyelids. to look at him, her gaze filled with judgment and confusion.

Drunkenly, she seemed not to recognize him. Staring straight at him, her eye corners lifted, her lashes long.

Suddenly, Yvonne leaned in and kissed Benson.

Lately, she had been avoiding him. He tried to kiss her, but she dodged. Her initiative now excited him, but as he embraced her, she pulled away again.

Benson grabbed her chin, murmuring, “Drinking, acting like at

temptress, what do you want?”

She didn’t speak, just looked at him innocently.

Benson held her in his arms and kissed her.

Yvonne leaned against his shoulder, letting him kiss her. Her eyes were clear, without a trace of excitement or drunkenness.