Benson
Benson 120

Chapter 120 At the Peak of Attention

After dinner at the Taylor house, Yvonne played with little Em the side hall.

The soft lighting bathed them in a warm glow.

Yvonne could hold her alcohol, but the aftereffects of the red started to kick in, making her face feel warm and her head a bit She leaned against the sofa, sitting on the carpet, propping her up as she looked at the pick–up sticks on the floor.

Trying to focus, her hand seemed to refuse to cooperate.

Emma noticed Yvonne’s unusual behavior.

This usually composed aunt seemed a bit different today.

“Auntie, your face is so red. Are you drunk?” Emma asked with a r of mischief and concern.

Yvonne shook her head slightly, her voice revealing a hint of tipsy laziness, “Not drunk, just a little dizzy.” Her eyes seemed a bit ha: but still carried an air of elegance.

Just then, Benson walked over with a cup of warm water.

He moved gently, as if afraid to disturb the cozy evening.

Kneeling down, he offered the water to Yvonne, “Drink this.”

Benson then sat on the sofa, his eyes tender and affectionate as he looked at Yvonne.

Her cheeks were flushed with a light blush, and her slightly glossy smile made her look particularly enchanting.

He gently touched the top of her head, his voice soft and playful, Emma, stop playing. Your aunt won’t win this round against you.”

Emma pouted, a bit reluctant, “Uncle, you just want to play with

Auntie.” Then she giggled mischievously and ran off like a little deer,

full of energy.

Yvonne turned and half–laid on the sofa, seeming to enjoy the

surrounding warmth and attention.

Benson, looking down at Yvonne near his leg asked with concern,” Do you feel unwell? Do you want some orange juice?”

Yvonne seemed a bit helpless at his suggestion.

She looked up, her eyes showing a mix of shyness and innocence,” I’m not drunk,” she said lightly.

Benson’s fingers gently touched her nose, leaning in slightly.

“Stay here tonight? Don’t go to the office tomorrow. Emma wants to keep playing with you.”

Yvonne didn’t respond, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she just stared at him. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, both skeptical and slightly moved.

“Okay?” Benson asked again, his voice gentle and warm.

Yvonne sighed softly, feeling a wave of helplessness. In the past, she might have indulged in his tenderness.

But now, with so much between them, she no longer easily believed his sweet words.

“Why did you write Raymond’s name that day?” she suddenly asked, her voice a bit low.

This matter had been troubling her.

Benson frowned slightly, speaking gently, “Mrs. Benson, I discuss business only in the office.”

He looked at her slightly blurred eyes, his gaze showing a hint of helplessness.

Yvonne scoffed, getting up to leave. Benson grabbed her waist, causing her to fall into his lap. “Mrs. Benson, this is an exception…”

Yvonne turned to look at him coldly, “Let go.”

“No,” Benson said, kissing her more intensely, his voice low, “Yvonne, please calm down, okay?”

“What if Emma sees us like this?” Yvonne frowned, thinking he was becoming increasingly inappropriate.

Benson sighed and released her.

Soon, her sister–in–law came over holding Lucas.

Yvonne, feeling the effects of the alcohol, struggled to stay active, played with the child for a while, and chatted with her sister–in–law. Victoria approached, concerned, “Why don’t you stay over tonight?” Yvonne thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Back in Benson’s room, Yvonne couldn’t help but remember that night. After their marriage, she had hoped for moments together but hadn’t expected such awkwardness. Entering the room, with its familiar arrangement and scent, it felt like returning to the past.

Benson was downstairs on the phone, while Yvonne curled up on the sofa by the window, drowsy.

She squinted at the night outside, her heart filled with complex emotions.

When Benson returned, he saw her lazily leaning on the sofa, eyes closed like a sleepy kitten.

He gently sat beside her, speaking softly ”

Raymond?”

Yvonne opened her eyes, looking at him faintly, “I don’t want to talk.”

Benson frowned slightly, leaning in to kiss her before pulling back,” Now can we talk?”

Yvonne sighed, rolling her eyes and moving away from him. He

chuckled lowly, pulling her closer, his voice husky, “Not that you don’t want to talk, but my mind isn’t clear right now

His affectionate tone left Yvonne momentarily dazed.

The man lifted his head, kissing her again before asking, “What’s wrong?”

“Will you give Bella the role in ‘Urban Escape‘ if I stay with you?” Yvonne asked softly, her tone filled with a hint of anticipation.

Benson’s body stiffened, his trembling eyes locked onto the woman in his arms.

In the silent room, his voice was deep and hoarse, filled with a tremor he couldn’t hide, “What do you take me for?”

In the dim light, Yvonne’s face looked unusually pale.

She remained silent for a long time before softly replying, “What do I take myself for?” Her voice was light but carried an undeniable firmness and pain.

Her gaze trembled slightly, but the determination in her eyes was more evident than ever.

She knew this wasn’t her original intention, but facing immense pressure and an uncertain future, she had to make a choice, even if it meant sacrificing something deep within her.

“Yvonne, are you doing this on purpose?” Benson’s voice was filled with disbelief and sorrow, mixed with a powerless anger.

These days, he had frequently thought of her, and her sudden decision left him feeling lost.

In his doubts and disappointment, Benson struggled to hold himself together.

Half–kneeling beside the sofa, he moved closer to her, his eyes filled with complex emotions. After a moment of hesitation, he chose to leave.

The continuous sound of water came from the bathroom, while Yvonne leaned on the cold sofa, her heart trembling with unease.

Although she anticipated Benson wouldn’t easily accept her request, he was still struggling between understanding and acceptance.

Yvonne felt that Benson’s efforts were commendable.

At that moment, her phone vibrated, breaking the silence. It was a message from Megan..

The question was simple and direct: “Are you sure we should push. the heat to the highest tomorrow morning?”

Yvonne, tired, picked up her phone and replied with a simple “Yes.” Then she finished her evening routine and lay in bed, her mind filled. with thoughts as she drifted off to sleep.

The cold morning air showed that Benson hadn’t slept well. His expression was twisted, revealing a restless night.

Even the morning birds couldn’t wake him from his heavy sleep.

At seven–thirty, he was still asleep, while Yvonne frowned, watching. him.

Finally, after a long period of silence and waiting, Benson slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him was his serious, slightly aloof wife. She leaned closer,

scrutinizing him with a nearly accusatory gaze.

The air seemed filled with unspoken questions and expectations, making the atmosphere even more tense.