Benson
Benson 117

Chapter 117 Sparks of Emotion

Yvonne lazily nestled on the large living room sofa, loose dark blue T–shirt slightly baggy but unable to conceal her natural charm.

Sunlight slanted through the half–open curtains, casting a mysterious and captivating halo around her.

Her hair was slightly tousled, as if she had just gotten up from bed.

A few soft golden strands fell over her forehead, adding a touch of casual beauty.

Supporting her head with one hand and holding her phone with the other, she occasionally tapped on the screen, her eyes sparkling as she contemplated something.

Her long legs rested casually on the armrest of the sofa, her fair skin. appearing even smoother and more delicate under the indoor lighting.

Benson stood by the bookshelf not far away, pretending to organize the books, but his eyes kept drifting towards her beautiful white legs.

His emotions rippled like a lake stirred by a gentle breeze.

What had once been a faint spark of desire now burned like a fierce flame, making it hard for him to control himself.

Unable to resist the temptation, Benson finally put down the book he was holding and walked heavily towards Yvonne.

Reaching the sofa, he took a deep breath, trying to appear calm.

He picked up a neatly folded blanket nearby and carefully draped it over Yvonne’s legs.

Yvonne felt the cover and immediately frowned. She put down her phone and looked up, her eyes filled with confusion and teasing,” What are you doing, Benson? I looked outside, and it’s clearly a sunny

day.”

Benson tried to maintain a calm expression, “You’re cold.” His tone was flat, but his gaze unintentionally revealed a hint of affection.

Yvonne chuckled, glancing at him provocatively, “You think I’m cold, so I should be cold? The house temperature is very comfortable.”

Her voice carried obvious teasing and a touch of impatience.

She casually tossed the blanket aside, intending to continue her phone time.

But Benson could no longer suppress his emotions, which exploded from within him.

He bent down, stretched out his arm, grabbed Yvonne tightly, and gently pressed her down on the sofa.

His voice was hoarse and urgent, “Yvonne, you always do this, don’t you? You deliberately seduce me.”

Yvonne leaned back on the sofa, her head tilted back, revealing her slender, fair neck. Her gaze was playful yet calm.

“Aren’t you always self–righteous? And now…” she deliberately left the sentence unfinished.

Benson sighed, his emotions tinged with helplessness and unspoken. tenderness.

“We’ve been like this for days. It’s really hard for me to hold back.”

As he spoke, he picked up the blanket again and gently covered her legs. His actions were filled with helplessness and affection.

Yvonne didn’t verbally oppose him, nor did she push him away.

She knew that in this game, timely retreat was a way to maintain the delicate balance of their relationship.

A sly smile flickered across her eyes, making him think she had vielded

In the gentle aftemoon sunlight and the faint scent of books, the scene seemed exceptionally warm and slightly playful.

“Shall we talk?” Benson’s voice lowered. He didn’t want. the heavy, cold atmosphere with Yvonne.

maintain

His hand gently stroked her back, as if trying to dispel her discomfort and resistance with small gestures.

He knew that her proposal to stay married but each live their own lives was too absurd to be real.

“If it’s about that, I don’t have time,” Yvonne said indifferently, moving away from him.

She sat back in the single chair next to her.

Her gaze was cold, but the slight relaxation at the corners of her eyes. revealed a hint of fatigue and weariness.

“Okay, how about we talk about work? Like why so many brands are unwilling to cooperate with Caesar?” Benson changed the subject, hoping to pique her interest.

Yvonne raised an eyebrow; this topic clearly caught her curiosity.

For her, catching Mr. Benson’s attention was costly, and this information was undoubtedly attractive.

Her eyes sparkled with interest, focused on him, waiting for his explanation.

“You never miss a bargain, do you?”

Benson commented with a smile, his tone revealing his affection for

her character.

Though teasing, he truly admired her unapologetic self.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Yvonne replied, raising an eyebrow challengingly.

“But I want to tell you.” Benson didn’t let go of her, pulling her back. into his arms, enjoying the feel of her soft bodygainst his chest.

“I suggest you replace a highly professional manager and place them in a key position.” He spoke softly, his voice full of temptation.

Yvonne merely said “Oh,” her gaze scrutinizing Benson, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

“Just place them where? So you mean my plans for Caesar’s future. are feasible?”

Her question implied a mix of inquiry and a hint of hope for

affirmation.

Benson nodded, looking at her with a confident expression, “Yes, your plan is very promising.”

His affirmation added a bit of confidence to Yvonne. A satisfied smile flashed in her eyes.

“Do you have a suitable candidate to recommend?” She pressed on, her tone filled with obvious anticipation:

“That’s another price. Even though you’re my wife, everything’s negotiable.”

Benson’s voice was low and flirtatious. His fingers lightly traced her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin.

Yvonne snorted coldly, pushed him away, and went upstairs.

Her back was cold and decisive, but Benson knew her heart was not

unmoved.

Benson leaned back on the sofa and suddenly laughed.

He knew her coldness was just a facade, and she still had feelings for him.

On the dining table, he noticed another stack of papers with several names written on them. He glanced at them.

Interestingly, they were all industry leaders with experience in managing luxury department stores and a keen sense of fashion.

It suddenly made sense to Benson why Marcus had changed so much in such a short time.

As for himself, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Although her looks were part of it, the most important thing was knowing she had always been shining.

Megan walked over, nodding at him, carrying a few exquisite shopping bags.

She placed the bags aside and left with a smile.

A moment later, Yvonne came downstairs, dressed in her work attire, looking completely refreshed.

Her makeup was flawless, her hair perfectly in place, making her appear exceptionally professional and charming.

Benson, leaning on the sofa, looked at her with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

This woman, so smart, so rational, and so alluring.

An uncontrollable impulse surged in his heart, wanting to hold her tightly and never let go.

She bent down to pick up a stack of A4 papers on the coffee table, her focused expression making Benson momentarily dazed.

Her movements were light and graceful, as if every detail had been meticulously planned.

Suddenly, Benson said, “Yvonne, will you kiss me?” His voice was low and magnetic, filled with an irresistible allure.