Benson
Benson 116

Chapter 116 Morning After the Drunken Night

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With the influence of alcohol, Yvonne bit his r gently.

Benson felt her warm breath and the light bite of her teeth, causing a flutter in his heart.

He held her slender waist, struggling a few times before finally letting

her go.

This place had a good atmosphere but was far from clean. He

worried she would feel uncomfortable.

The dim and ambiguous lights of the private room, surrounded by low music and soft whispers, created an intimate setting.

He looked into Yvonne’s slightly drunken eyes, feeling a pang of heartache.

Today, Yvonne was wearing a sharply tailored dark striped shirt and beige straight pants, looking elegant and stylish.

Her hair fell loosely on her shoulders, with a few strands sticking to her slightly sweaty forehead, making her appear even more

enchanting.

After their long kiss, her shirt, tucked into her pants, had become disheveled, with buttons undone.

She nestled on the sofa, her slender neck tilted, breathing heavily, yet looking at him innocently with a bewitching and ethereal gaze.

“Let’s go home,” Benson’s voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He knew she wasn’t entirely sober and didn’t want to take advantage of her.

Yvonne responded with an “oh,” seemingly unsatisfied, and wrapped

her arms around his neck, snuggling against his neck like a cat.

Her breath was soft and warm, with a faint scent of alcohol, making.

Benson’s heart race

Her obedience filled Benson with immense satisfaction, making him

want to stay there forever.

But ultimately, he took her shirt, wrapped it around her, and carried. her out.

As they stepped out of the private room, they ran into Bella, who was being blocked by George at the door.

Seeing Yvonne, Bella rushed over, “Let her go. You can’t take

advantage of her when she’s drunk.

Benson shot her a cold glance, his tone filled with icy threat, “Your tricks don’t suit her. Don’t corrupt her.”

Bella sneered, a trace of mockery in her eyes.

“You mean those young guys? I didn’t corrupt her, it was you. You can have women, but she can’t have men? Yvonne said if you don’t

divorce, you’ll each do your own thing.”

Yvonne opened her eyes and said to Bella with a bit of pride, “Bella, he makes me feel good.”

At that moment, Benson was 100% sure that this drunkard didn’t

know who he was.

After all, a drunk could hug a dog and call it Bella. He sighed helplessly and held her tighter.

Once in the car, he wanted to teach her a lesson, to make her see who made her feel good.

But after getting in the car, she leaned against his chest and started dozing off.

Yvonne was genuinely tired. She had stayed up all night yesterday

and worked all day today, holding on in the private room with him for a long time.

Her breathing gradually steadied, her cheek resting against his chest, looking exceptionally serene.

Her red lips slightly parted, exhaling soft breaths with a faint sweet. scent of alcohol.

Her hand lightly clutched his shirt, as if afraid he would leave.

Benson looked down at her, a feeling of tenderness welling up in his heart.

Though they hadn’t known each other for long, his attention had been entirely on her, feeling genuine tenderness for her.

This tenderness was partly driven by desire, but also by other emotions.

Morning light gently filtered into the bedroom at 6 Wutong Road, gently waking Yvonne.

She opened her eyes to replace the bedside empty, Benson’s figure nowhere in sight.

Her head still felt heavy, with the lingering taste of last night’s alcohol in her mouth.

Compared to that, the oversized T–shirt on her body brought a bit of warmth and comfort.

She sat up, looking around. The room was silent, only occasionally interrupted by bird songs and the distant hum of cars outside the window.

Yvonne slowly climbed out of bed, her steps wobbly, still feeling the fatigue of last night..

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She walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the hot

water cascade over her skin.

The water washed away her fatigue and unease, also dispersing the confusion left from the night.

After getting dressed, she went downstairs to the dining room, greeted by Maria’s laughter.

Maria, their housekeeper, always had a way of radiating maternal warmth unintentionally.

“Mr. Benson was so attentive last night, seeing you like that, he took. such good care of you,” Maria said while busying

breakfast in the kitchen.

Hearing Maria’s words, Yvonne felt a mix of emotions.

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Indeed, Benson had been unusually attentive last night, but she sensed something unnatural behind that attentiveness.

She forced a smile, “Yes, Benson is very attentive.” But she couldn’t. fully agree with her words.

Yvonne sat at the dining table, her gaze unfocused.

Maria brought over aromatic coffee and freshly baked croissants, but her appetite was minimal.

These delicious foods couldn’t fill the emptiness in her heart.

Benson’s return interrupted her thoughts.

Dressed in workout clothes, he looked energetic, his face flushed with. the vibrancy of post–exercise.

“Morning, Yvonne,” his voice carried the freshness and energy of the morning.

Her response was cold, just a brief glance before looking away.

She could still hear the unspoken words from last night, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss and confusion.

After washing up, Benson joined her at the ble, noticing her unhappy expression.

He tried to catch her eye, hoping to replace the gentle woman who had leaned on him last night.

But everything seemed to have slipped away with the morning light, leaving only the distance between them.

He sighed softly, picked up a glass of milk, and handed it to her, trying to use this small gesture to bridge the gap between them.

The breakfast table should have been warm, but now it was filled with silence and complex emotions.

Yvonne’s heart was restless, and Benson felt he was being pushed

away.

“Andrew said you’re not collaborating with BR anymore?” Benson asked, his tone a mix of inquiry and concern.

“Yes,” Yvonne replied without looking up, continuing with her breakfast.

“You’re being too impulsive,” Benson frowned, a hint of disapproval in his eyes.

“I don’t think so. I just want to achieve things through my own efforts, “Yvonne’s voice was calm and firm.

“And what about L.S.? You don’t appreciate my help, not even Bella’s? Marcus is the only exception?” Benson’s voice carried a mix of helplessness and anger.

“I appreciate Bellas help, but Andrew can’t use this to c Yvonne looked up at him, her eyes filled

She clearly implied she didn’t appreciate his help.

Benson felt a surge of frustration, looking at her across the table, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Yvonne finished her milk, stood up, and coldly said, “I have something to do,” then turned and left.

Benson watched her back, feeling a mix of helplessness and pain.

He ate a few bites of breakfast, then got up to replace her.

He knew that continuing this way would only bring more pain to both of them.