Benson
Benson 127

Chapter 127 Benson’s Humble Attitude

He reminisced about the past, the beautiful moments they shared.

She used to be attentive and caring, always bringing warmth and a sense of security to him.

Her smile was like the warm sun of early spring, gentle and radiant.

But now, her attitude towards him had taken a 180–degree turn, as if separated by an ice mountain.

He felt deeply helpless and heartbroken.

He observed her every small movement, hoping to replace a trace of the warmth they once had.

However, today, Yvonne appeared particularly indifferent. She lowered her head, fiddling with the food on her plate, as if doing so could avoid all the issues she didn’t want to face.

Benson sensed all of this, feeling a wave of bitterness in his heart.

Yet, suddenly, words broke the silence.

“I did it on purpose, you don’t have to eat. Didn’t you know? I love Mexican chili con carne,” Yvonne said provocatively, a sly look in her eyes that left Benson unsure of what to do.

She chose the extremely spicy dish, knowing Benson couldn’t handle it, but still did it on purpose.

Benson–forced himself to take a few bites, almost brought to tears by the spiciness.

He knew this was just her way of protesting and expressing her dissatisfaction.

Meanwhile, Yvonne ate with relish, seemingly to showcase her

300 Chanon 127 Berican Humble Mitude.

independence and toughness.

Then, Benson slowly voiced his wish, “Give me another chance.”

His voice carried unmistakable expectation and pleading, his body leaning slightly forward to convey his sincerity through body language.

Yvonne was evidently confused by this sudden request.

She stopped what she was doing and looked up at Benson.

Their gazes met in the air, filled with complexity and unresolved mysteries.

Yvonne’s eyes flickered, appearing somewhat at a loss.

“You heard me,” Benson’s voice grew firmer, hoping to break the deadlock between them with this certainty, “I didn’t do well. Even if I’m useless, at least in that area, right?”

A hint of mocking smile flashed in Yvonne’s eyes, followed by a helpless sigh.

This man always managed to say things that made people laugh and cry at the most inopportune moments.

But undeniably, in many aspects, Benson did have his unique qualities.

Although their relationship had become so delicate, she still had to admit that they did share many memorable moments in the past.

However, Yvonne’s current state of mind had changed.

She had her own considerations, knowing she couldn’t be completely heartless towards Benson, but the distance and barriers in her heart

couldn’t simply be bridged by a request for “another chance.”

She was no longer the woman who easily yielded to emotions and was now clear on how to either maintain or completely let go of this relationship.

Chamer 127 Benson’s Humble Attitude

3/6

“How about exchanging that watch for another chance?” Benson asked tentatively, his eyes filled with hope.

He gently caressed the table surface, seemingly trying to hide his

inner unease.

He knew that every word in this conversation could determine the future of their relationship.

“That watch is originally mine,” Yvonne said, frowning, her eyes sharp as a knife, with a hint of impatience and indifference.

She always acted like this, all threats and nothing more.

Her fingers tapped on the table, conveying her dissatisfaction silently.

“It was you who wanted to buy it. I paid for it,” Benson said helplessly.

His gaze lowered, searching for the right words, not wanting to provoke the woman in front of him who was like a storm.

“Who cares about your money? I can transfer it to you right now,” shel said, her brows furrowed, her tone laced with sarcasm. She put down her chopsticks, leaving her meal, and started arguing with him again:

Benson thought of the gentle and kind wife she used to be, now as fiery as a chili, and felt helpless.

“Okay, I know you’re not short of money, Miss Ten Billion, just eat,” Benson said while drinking water, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. and helplessness.

He looked up, a bitter smile on his lips, as if reminiscing the good times.

After the meal, Benson poured her a glass of Coke and handed it to her, “Miss Yvonne, will you consider my proposal?”

His voice was gentle but carried a hint of tension, as if anticipating.

“The watch, give it to me,” she said, taking the tea, her gaze firm. Her eyes were cold as ice, clearly not intending to easily compromise.

He nodded, and five minutes later, George brought the watch.

Yvonne lowered her head, examining the watch, truly admiring its quality.

Her fingers gently brushed the watch’s surface, a look of satisfaction.

in her eyes.

Benson encircled her waist from behind, nuzzling her smooth neck. and kissing her ear.

She frowned, her body tensing slightly, “What are you doing?”

“Trying to please you,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of playfulness and tenderness.

“I throw a tantrum, you ignore me. I try to coax you, you don’t respond. Being your husband is too difficult.”

His voice carried a touch of helplessness and affection, as if complaining about his grievances to her.

Yvonne lowered her eyes, contemplating for a while, and said, ‘ Benson, this is how I used to treat you.”

Her voice was cold and distant. Her gaze wandered, seemingly recalling the past moments.

Her indifferent and lukewarm attitude left Benson momentarily

stunned.

He turned her around, holding her waist and kissed her red lips.

“Sorry for letting you suffer,” he said, his voice deep and gentle, with a hint of apology and affection.

“Not necessary,” she replied, her voice firm.

But her lips were still captured by him. He kissed her gently yet assertively, pushing her back onto the dining table in the private room.

She was kissed to the point where she had to support herself by leaning back, her palm pressing on the table.

The man quickly let her wrap her arms around his neck to avoid knocking over the tableware

Their breaths were short, he held her, kissing her ligh

and playfully.

His humble attitude made her quite satisfied.

She remembered what Bella said, the happiness of a rich woman.

A complex emotion flashed in her heart, though she was unwilling to admit it, his posture and tenderness did shake her a bit.

“Go back and think about it, think about it, okay?” he held her, nibbling her earlobe.

He added, “Married for so long, you didn’t get anything, such a loss. His voice was low, carrying a hint of pleading and helplessness.

Yvonne pushed him away, her eyes cold, “I don’t need your charity. Her tone was hard, like a sharp blade piercing Benson’s heart.

After Yvonne left, Benson slowly sipped his coffee.

When George came in, he said, “Find some time to explain what happened at the hospital.”

His voice was calm, but his eyes sparkled with complex emotions.

George responded with an “Oh,” knowing that if Yvonne understood his bad attitude at the hospital was for John’s reputation, her anger might ease, and she might relent.

“Boss, you’re really scheming, truly calculating,” George said,

somewhat confused, “Why don’t you explain it yourself? Wouldn’t it

be better?”

“Your explanation will double the effect!”