Benson
Benson 141

Chapter 141 Little Emma’s Wisdom

When Jeremy left Las Vegas the next day, neon lights flickered outside the window, making the night pulse with excitement.

In contrast, the hallway was calm and slightly desolate

Megan approached quietly from the side, holding a gift handpicked by Yvonne, meticulously wrapped with heartfelt effort.

“Miss Yvonne wanted you to try this and see if it tastes like your childhood.”

Megan’s soft smile and barely noticeable anticipation showed her interest in Jeremy’s reaction.

Jeremy nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation and expectation in his expression.

“Thank you, Miss Yvonne.”

He accepted the gift, responding warmly and politely.

His fingers carefully untied the ribbon, revealing the chocolates inside.

Each piece was wrapped in sparkling gold foil, like tiny jewels shimmering under the dim hallway lights.

He picked up a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth.

The rich, smooth chocolate melted on his tongue, releasing a dense cocoa sweetness and a silky texture, instantly transporting him back to a carefree childhood afternoon.

Sunlight filtered through the back path where he and his friends played.

The taste brought back more than just food enjoyment; it was a comfort to the soul.

Maintaining the right balance with male clients is a subtle art in the business world.

Yvonne’s gift reflected her meticulousness and wisdom. It wasn’t overly intimate nor too distant, perfectly balancing respect and care.

Yvonne had an early meeting at the company. Securing a partnership with BR Company was a morale boost for the employees, filling them with confidence.

In the conference room, Yvonne stood at the podium, her eyes firm, and her tone full of confidence.

She detailed the cooperation with BR Company and its significance for the company’s future. development.

The employees listened attentively, nodding in agreement from time to time.

After organizing the meeting materials, Yvonne sighed lightly, her mind calm despite the busy day.

She glanced at the neatly arranged folders, then turned her attention to her phone.

It remained silent, with no calls or messages from Benson.

The fleeting complexity of her emotions was tightly sealed away, restoring her usual calmness.

She washed her hands and adjusted her attire in front of the clean, bright mirror.

Yvonne gazed at her reflection, her eyes deep, reflecting her inner serenity.

This way of interacting with Benson, though cold, surprisingly brought her peace, unlike the previous turmoil.

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She didn’t regret what she said to Benson that day.

She firmly believed that if a woman’s world only had love, ignoring everything else, she would never truly be happy.

In that quiet afternoon, sunlight filtered through the window cracks, casting dappled shadows on the desk. Yvonne picked up a pen and gently twirled it, reminiscing about the past three years.

She had been proactive and patiently waited.

If Benson couldn’t handle such a straightforward conversation, continuing their relationship would indeed be worth reconsidering.

Since that day, she hadn’t tried to contact Benson, and he remained silent as well.

This indifference seemed to return their relationship to its initial state–living separately without disturbing each other.

Standing by the window, she opened it, letting the fresh air in with a faint coolness.

Yvonne took a deep breath, as if wanting to exhale all the complex emotions.

In Yvonne’s world, every step seemed cautious and exquisite.

A few months ago, she successfully brought several luxury brands to Caesar Square, making her name famous in the industry.

Signing the partnership with L.S further expanded her business territory.

Although there were many challenges initially, the recent victory made everything smoother,

She could finally relax a bit. While work no longer required her constant attention, the emptiness in her personal life began to feel hard to fill.

As the year–end approached, Yvonne chose to return home, also to fulfill her promise to spend a few days. with little Emma, the adorable girl she had promised to accompany,

Benson hadn’t come these days, and Victoria even inquired about it with concern.

Little Emma, however, had been around, always brightening the mood with her sweet words.

Yvonne, looking at the joyous little Emma, felt her troubles lighten, like a ray of sunshine breaking through thick clouds.

“Aunt Yvonne, did you have a fight with Uncle Benson?

One evening, as they each occupied a corner of the desk reading, little Emma suddenly stopped her activity and asked seriously.

Yvonne was surprised by Emma’s straightforward question. She raised her head, her faint smile barely hiding the confusion and helplessness in her eye

“No, why do you ask?” she replied softly.

Emma pondered for a moment, then said seriously. “I’ve been here for two days, and he hasn’t called or videoed you. When my dad is on a business trip, he calls every day, at least one video call, like a worried child checking if we’re okay.”

These words made Yvonne sigh inwardly. She put down her book, hugged a nearby pillow, and lay on the

desk.

The moonlight outside cast long shadows, matching her current mood.

marriage with Benson was practically just in name

Over the three years, their interactions mostly revolved around daily trivialities, with few happy moments

“Why do you still like Uncle Benson if he doesn’t treat you well?”

Emma’s voice interrupted Yvonne’s thoughts again, filled with curiosity and confusion.

Yvonne looked up, gazing into Emma’s clear, grape–like eyes, shining with an expectation of an answer. Her voice choked slightly.

“I used to like him very much and insisted on marrying him. I always thought he would love me one day.” Her expression was full of helplessness and sentiment.

However, that day never came. Even now, Benson had never expressed his true feelings to her. His liking might only remain at a superficial level.

Listening to this, Emma sighed softly, her voice carrying a hint of maturity.

“Wise people don’t fall in love.” The scene was filled with a seemingly profound philosophy.

Yvonne smiled faintly, surprised. “Haha, how do you know this at such a young age?”

“Grandma said so. She wondered how a smart and beautiful woman like you could like our silly son,” Emma mimicked Victoria’s tone playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief.