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Chapter 157 The Time Has Come

Benson, holding her, lay down and laughed softly, “You’re something else.”

He then pulled out the red envelope Hannah had given her from his pocket and handed it to her, “Here, turn it in.”

Yvonne was slightly taken aback as she took the envelope, her eyes full of surprise, “You’re giving it to me?”

“Yes, you’re better at saving money.”

Benson’s lips curled into a gentle smile as he looked up at her.

His gaze was soft and full of affection, as if trying to imprint her every detail into his heart.

This simple gesture revealed the boundless love and dependence in his eyes.

Yvonne’s features were flawless, her eyes bright and intelligent

When she focused on him, it was truly mesmerizing.

Her clear eyes showed curiosity and tenderness, seeming to see through his thoughts.

Her smile carried a hint of modesty and shyness, making her appear as pure and beautiful as a blooming lotus.

Benson’s eyes lingered on her face, filled with satisfaction and pride.

He had heard the nickname “Billionaire Miss” from Marcus.

After asking George, he found out that Yvonne not only made a lot of money but also saved a lot.

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Last year, at the trading company, she earned nearly a billion with her salary and commissions.

Rumor had it that she had about ten billion in savings, hence the

nickname.

His wife indeed had quite a fortune. Watching her reluctantly accept the red envelope, he chuckled inwardly, thinking she looked like a little miser.

Her actions were tinged with reluctance and a playful coquettishness, as if she were teasing him.

“After taking care of you all night, I’m exhausted. Sleep with me for a bit.”

Benson gently stroked her hair, his tone filled with affection and helplessness.

His fingers threaded through her soft hair, his movements gentle and warm, like comforting a child.

Yvonne leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth and security emanating from him.

She didn’t refuse, holding him gently, her voice soft, “Alright, I’ll sleep with you.”

She rested her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, replaceing the safest harbor.

Benson felt her tenderness, and a warm current surged in his heart.

He gently kissed her forehead and closed his eyes, savoring her

presence.

Her breathing gradually steadied her warm breath on his chest bringing an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

His fingers gently caressed her back, his movements tender yet firm, as if he wanted to keep her in his arms forever.

The wind outside lightly rustled the curtains, making a faint rustling sound.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow.

The entire room was filled with warmth and tranquility, as if time had stood still.

The afternoon sun shone through the curtains, enveloping the

room in a warm halo.

Benson fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of those beautiful times.

Yvonne, too, fell asleep in his arms, her heart filled with peace and happiness.

When Benson woke up, it was already four in the afternoon. The sunlight still warmly filled the room, creating a comfortable atmosphere.

He gently moved, feeling Yvonne still in his arms.

Looking down at her, his heart overflowed with tenderness.

They got ready to return to the Taylor house. Yvonne was talking

with Hannah.

Watching them, Benson felt a wave of warmth. This feeling of home made him incredibly happy.

Just then, Benson’s phone buzzed.

He picked it up to see several messages from Mary.

His brow furrowed slightly, and his mood became complicated.

The messages were still about “that person.” He had already made his choice; besides compensation there wasn’t much he could do for “that person.”

Reading the messages, Benson felt a surge of frustration.

He recalled those dark days when she stayed by his side, caring. for him and giving him strength.

This brought a bittersweet feeling to his heart. He knew breaking his promise made him feel guilty and helpless.

However, he didn’t want to ruin their day by dwelling on this.

He put away his phone, deciding to ignore the messages.

Looking at Yvonne, who was chatting with Hannah, he felt a sense of peace.

Her smile was as warm as the sun, brightening his heart.

Mary, not receiving a reply from Benson, knew what it meant.

It meant, “the time” had come.

From the evening of the first day, the Taylor family started having family feasts.

The house was filled with laughter, and the air was rich with the aroma of delicious food.

When Benson and Yvonne walked into the living room, they

immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

The Taylor uncles and Yvonne’s aunts warmly welcomed them, creating a lively and warm atmosphere.

Benson was only two years younger than Arthur, but the second eldest Taylor already had two children.

At the family feast, the Taylor elders began urging them to have

kids.

They said it had been four years since their marriage, and it was time to consider having children.

Benson, his arm resting on Yvonne’s chair, smiled and said, “We’re working on it, don’t rush us.”

His voice was deep and pleasant, carrying the charm of a mature

man.

Yvonne’s ears heated up inexplicably, a wave of warmth surging in

her heart.

An aunt asked Yvonne, “Is there a plan?”

Yvonne smiled slightly, replying, “Yes, we’ll let it happen naturally.”

The cousins continued the topic, asking if she preferred a boy or a girl.

Yvonne thought for a moment, then softly said, “If we have a child, I’d hope for a girl, like little Emma.”

That evening, Benson had a bit to drink, his tipsy state making his gaze deeper and more alluring.

He looked at Yvonne with eyes full of tender affection, a surge of uncontrollable desire rising within him.

His gaze lingered on her face, as if trying to imprint every detail into his heart.

He thought, having a child wouldn’t be so bad.

A girl would be even better, just like her.

This thought filled him with warmth and anticipation, his eyes

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shining with happiness as he envisioned a beautiful future.

He couldn’t help but imagine what a little girl might look like, perhaps with Yvonne’s bright eyes and pretty features.

His gaze grew softer, his desire stronger, almost making him forget everything around him.

Their intimate moment was interrupted by George’s arrival.

Seeing George, Benson’s brow furrowed slightly, feeling a tinge of annoyance and unease.

He walked outside to meet George, his mood heavy.

George’s expression was serious, his eyes showing tension and

unease.

He spoke in a low voice, “She said that.” His voice was heavy with

worry.

Benson frowned, thinking deeply for a moment before responding in a low voice, “I don’t believe it, unless…”

His gaze turned firm and calm, as if contemplating an important

decision.

Following Benson’s gaze through the window, George saw Yvonne, who was smiling softly among the crowd.

Her smile was warm and captivating, making the world around her pale in comparison.

Her presence was like sunshine, illuminating everything around her, bringing warmth and comfort to his heart.

George’s voice was low and slow, filled with hesitation and worry,” But if she replaces out, what will she think?”

Benson’s gaze grew deeper and more complex, his eyes darkening,

“Then don’t let her replace out.”