Benson
Benson 154

Chapter 154 A Night of Gentle Love

He stood up, walked outside, and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

The cool night air mingled with the smoke he exhaled, forming a faint mist.

Squinting his eyes, he took a deep drag, as if trying to etch the

image of her seriously playing mahjong deep into his mind.

Her focused expression and that unyielding spirit inexplicably

attracted him.

It was as if every move she made spoke of her resilience and charm.

The smoke swirled around him, breaking the stillness of the night

with this subtle ambiance.

Standing in the dark, his thoughts drifted.

The image of Yvonne under the glass lamp emerged in his mind, her face particularly enchanting under the light.

Her smile, her concentration, all seemed to be a unique allure that was hard to ignore.

Holding the cigarette, he blew a few smoke rings, his eyes still lingering on that memory.

He slowly descended the stairs, the wooden creak of the steps. breaking the silence of the room.

He walked into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets, Hooking for the orange wine Victoria had just mentioned.

In the kitchen, the empty fridge and old utensils silently

Chap 154 A Night of Gentle Love

accompanied his thoughts.

Victoria lounged in the living room, watching TV, the flickering screen casting shadows on her face.

She turned her head, seeing Benson’s actions, and teased, “What are you searching for like a mouse?”

“The orange wine,” he asked, his voice tinged with a trace of anticipation.

Victoria smiled slightly, her tone playful, “Oh, you remembered.”

Benson pressed his lips together, showing a helpless smile.

Indeed, Victoria’s unique sense of humor always managed to

amuse.

Feeling somewhat satisfied, he climbed the stairs, his steps light as he crossed the hallway and entered the warmly lit room.

Inside, Yvonne was smiling triumphantly. Her fingers danced lightly on the mahjong table, clearly having just won a round.

Her smile bore a small satisfaction and joy, as if this mahjong

game was her greatest achievement of the day.

She looked in Benson’s direction, a gleam of mischief and pride in

her eyes, like a cat that had just caught its prey.

Seeing Benson enter the room, Yvonne quickly turned around, grinning, her eyes shining with childlike excitement.

Her smile was so bright and captivating, it lifted Benson’s spirits.

He walked to her side, glancing down at the tiles in front of her–a pair of winning tiles, indicating she had indeed won.

She placed the tiles aside, raising her eyebrows, seemingly seeking

Chappé 154 A Night of Gentle Love

praise from him.

Her face radiated the joy of victory, and that pure happiness gave Benson a strange sense of satisfaction.

“After winning one round, my luck seemed especially good. It didn’t take many turns before I won again.”

Yvonne’s voice carried a sense of pride, as if she had just accomplished something great.

Benson, looking down, watched her smile stretch to her ears.

He couldn’t resist ruffling her hair, his voice tinged with teasing and fondness, “They say you have a billion in savings, yet you get this happy over small money?”

Matthew, sitting nearby, saw Yvonne’s string of wins and teased, Indeed, sis–in–law, feeding me some good tiles would be nice.”

“How can that be? When you win against me, you’re ruthless, bullying a novice.”

Yvonne replied with a laugh, her tone playful and slightly indignant.

Her eyes narrowed into a crescent shape, her face lively and

animated.

When luck is on your side, nothing can stop it. Yvonne’s performance became increasingly impressive, even surprising herself with her fortune.

Her confidence and joy grew with each victory, as if she were enveloped by this good luck.

Despite Victoria’s calls from downstairs to come and eat, Yvonne seemed reluctant to stop.

Her eyes remained fixed on the mahjong tiles, as if each round

Chapp: 154 A Night of Gentle Love

represented her triumph.

In Las Vegas, Thanksgiving evening family dinners are an indispensable tradition.

Yvonne’s homemade orange wine was brought to the table, exuding a rich fruity aroma.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, waiting for Benson’s feedback.

Benson took a sip of the wine, his gaze softening as he looked at her, praising, “It’s good.”

His voice was filled with sincere admiration, as if the wine represented not just its taste but also her effort and care.

Matthew, rubbing his arms, joked about the warmth from the alcohol, “This wine is really good, warms you right up.”

The time after dinner always seemed to pass quickly. As everyone dispersed, Yvonne and Victoria began cleaning up.

The clinking of pots and pans echoed in the kitchen, the light inside, gradually dimming, and it was already two in the morning.

After dropping Matthew and William off at home, Benson returned to the room, seeing several shopping bags on the couch.

The bags contained new coats, shirts, and a few pairs of cufflinks.

These shopping bags lay quietly on the couch, silently telling the story of the holiday atmosphere.

Benson stood aside, suddenly smiling.

Gifts, after all, always bring joy.

Even though he wasn’t particularly materialistic, seeing Yvonne’s smile because of these gifts lifted his spirits.

Charger 154 A Night of Gentle Love

5/6

Yvonne came out of the bathroom, her cheeks rosy and smooth from the bath.

Her eyes sparkled with clarity, making her look full of vitality and charm.

She had just put on her bathrobe, ready to relax for a moment when Benson hugged her tightly.

“Isn’t it for next year?” she asked in surprise, her voice tinged with fatigue but mostly warmed by the sudden intimacy.

“It is next year now,” Benson replied softly, his voice filled with affection and tenderness.

Fresh from her bath, she looked especially enchanting, her flushed cheeks and bright eyes making his heart skip a beat.

He gently pinched her face, gazing at her for a long while, his eyes full of surprise and adoration.

He really enjoyed such surprises.

His fingers gently traced her rosy lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he tried to calm the surge of emotion within him.

Standing in front of him, Yvonne gazed at him with gentle eyes.

Her eyes were like deep pools, reflecting Benson’s inner turmoil. As they looked at each other, Benson suddenly felt a sense of gratitude.

Though he didn’t know who had drugged them that day, he was genuinely thankful for that day.

After that day, their relationship had deepened and charged significantly.

Chap 154 A Night of Gentle Love

At this moment, she tilted her head slightly, standing before him, looking into his eyes.

That tantalizing feeling spread in Benson’s heart.

He couldn’t help but recall her dazzling appearance in the club’s private room.

Her calculative gaze carried no fear but cunning, and that smug expression made his heart race.

Benson cupped the back of her head, kissing her deeply.

The kiss was so intense, as if trying to pour all his emotions into it..

Yvonne found it hard to breathe but still clung tightly to his neck, responding to his passionate kiss. Her bathrobe was carelessly thrown to the ground as he pressed her onto the bed, their

emotions intertwining deeply.

Breathing heavily, Yvonne suddenly cupped his face, speaking seriously, “I never discussed Caesar’s business situation with Marcus.”

Her words echoed in the air, and a surge of inexplicable shock hit Benson.

Her straightforwardness surprised him, but more than that, he admired her wisdom and thoughtful consideration.

She had long seen through his ploy to provoke her.