Benson
Benson 132

Chapter 132 Forgetting and Reunion

Benson’s reaction puzzled Yvonne and made her feel a bit disappointed.

She slowly walked to the window, gazing at the hazy night outside, her thoughts drifting back to those past times.

Back then, her father had firmly refused to let her bring Benson home.

Helplessly, she had to secretly arrange for him to stay at Uncle Claude, her father’s secretary’s house.

There, she cared for the comatose Benson like a precious treasure.

During that time, she almost never left his bedside, anxiously waiting for him to wake up.

When Benson finally woke up, he was temporarily blind due to his injury, and his temper became unusually irritable.

Every little noise in the house would set him off, causing him to throw tantrums, break things, and yell, creating a tense atmosphere.

Yvonne did her best to comfort him, but his emotions were still hard to calm.

However, as time went by, Benson gradually settled down and became much quieter.

Yvonne would sit by his bed, softly chatting with him, sharing her dreams.

She dreamt of becoming an artist and creating amazing works.

She told Benson about her aspirations for the future, explaining her creative ideas and artistic pursuits

She spoke with such sincerity and passion, as if she could already see her future in the art world.

But reality was always harsh. The dreams Yvonne once shared and the things she did were remembered only by herself.

When Benson asked if the painting was hers, it felt almost laughable to her.

It was as if, during their three years of marriage, he never asked why she was so determined to stay with him.

Back then, he had held her close, whispered in her ear, saying he liked her.

Whether his feelings were genuine or just lonely deception, it no longer mattered to Yvonne after everything she had been through,

Since he had forgotten, there was no need to bring it up again and add more awkwardness and entanglement.

“No,” she said calmly, her voice unwavering.

She pushed past him and sat on the sofa by the window, her gaze still fixed on the night outside. She didn’t see the disappointment in Benson’s eyes.

Those two words were like a heavy hammer, waking Benson up.

He felt a sour ache in his heart. Yes, he must be crazy, knowing it wasn’t hers, yet still.hoping otherwise.

He didn’t believe the evidence George found but wanted to trust his own feelings.

But that “no” also brought him some relief..

If it were really hers, how would he face her? After all, he had caused her so much pain and humiliation.

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Benson stood there, his gaze complex as he looked at Yvonne.

Her silhouette seemed so lonely and strong.

He suddenly realized that in the past three years, he had never truly understood her.

He thought he had given her happiness, not knowing the deep pain and struggle within her.

The initial excitement quickly faded, leaving Yvonne feeling relieved.

She slumped on the old sofa, its fabric worn and aged, rubbing her face vigorously, feeling the exhaustion surface on her skin.

Her thoughts were in chaos, like clothes spinning in a high–speed washing machine.

Just out of her mother’s room, she was weighed down with worries.

But when Bella hurriedly blocked her with a tablet, the news on the screen felt like a cold stone hitting her chest.

“Look at this,” Bella said, frowning, clearly displeased with the report.

On the screen, Mary’s photo dominated the top, her eyes showing a hint of fatigue. The headline claimed she had suicidal thoughts due to her persistent leg injury and severe depression.

Such news was undoubtedly a major blow to Mary’s career.

Mary’s studio seemed under immense pressure too.

They quickly released a statement within minutes, declaring that Mary would suspend all ongoing projects to focus on recovery, and ending with thanks to her fans and hopes for future reunions.

Yvonne gave a complicated smile, “Mary is not one to give up easily.”

She murmured, her voice tinged with a mix of helplessness and calm.

Even if Yvonne were foolish, she knew Mary wouldn’t actually commit suicide; she’d rather drive others

insane.

Thinking of this, her initial anxiety and anger were gradually replaced by calm.

Yvonne felt like she was bearing the weight of the world.

The living room light was soft, filtering through the half-drawn curtains.

A weak slant of the setting sun cast golden rays on the edges of the old–fashioned sofa.

The fabric of the sofa, aged and neglected, had yellowed in spots.

In this quiet, secluded corner, Yvonne let out her day’s worries.

The sound at the door interrupted her thoughts, Benson’s figure appeared in the doorway.

He walked with confidence and poise, reflecting his handling of matters–calm and precise.

His expression was unusually serene, as if the intense argument earlier was just a trivial episode to him.

Yvonne looked up, her gaze meeting his. In that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything around

them blurred.

Her eyes no longer held the anger or confusion from before, only an indescribable complexity.

She took a deep breath, her voice weak but resolute, “I want to thank you.

“For what thanks?” Benson’s tone was mocking and provocative, questioning the sincerity of her

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gratitude, his towering presence Imposing on Yvonne.

She stared back at him, seemingly searching for a flaw in his deep gaze.

“It’s for what you did for my father.”

Her voice was so calm, each word clear.

“Oh? How do you plan to thank me?”

Benson’s words were laced with a hint of teasing and a clear sense of self–interest, making the atmosphere suddenly tense.

Yvonne took a deep breath, needing to stay calm and not let her emotions take over.

“What kind of thanks do you want?” she countered, trying to probe his deeper intentions.

As they spoke, Benson loosened his tie slightly, stepping closer, seemingly to scrutinize her reactions more carefully.

His movements were subtle yet powerful, showing his habit of controlling situations.

“What if I said helping you this time is also a form of my gratitude?”

His voice softened, carrying a hint of unnoticed warmth.

Though Yvonne felt cold inside, she maintained the necessary politeness and agreement outwardly, “Yes.”

He smiled slightly, showing a row of neat teeth.

“How about we go on a date? See if we can solve your problem.” His tone held a bit of probing and anticipation.