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Chapter 160 The Truth in the Smoke

Yvonne only lost herself for a moment before returning to normal.

She gently shook her head as if trying to shake off unnecessary thoughts.

The cold wind on the balcony brushed against her cheeks, bringing a bit of coolness and fresh air.

The surrounding scene appeared exceptionally tranquil in the night,

The wind rustled softly, occasionally causing a few snowflakes to fall to the ground, adding a sense of serenity.

Benson seemed oblivious to her momentary lapse. His

movements were natural and smooth, as if everything was just as

it should be.

He gently draped a soft cashmere blanket over her shoulders.

The blanket was soft and warm, warding off the night’s chill.

His fingers lightly brushed across her shoulder, bringing a touch of comfort and intimacy.

The wind on the balcony carried a faint chill, blowing through their hair and clothes.

In the distance, the villa looked especially mysterious and serene under the moonlight.

Benson held her from behind, his arms around her waist, as they both looked toward the entrance of the secluded villa.

Moonlight spilled onto the ground, casting dappled shadows and

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illuminating the wall behind them.

The villa’s entrance was decorated with a few antique lanterns, -emitting a faint and warm glow.

The trees around, under the moonlight, appeared particularly mysterious, their shadows telling ancient stories.

In this tranquil night, Benson’s heart was turbulent.

He had imagined countless times what it would be like to embrace the playful woman who had once sneaked kisses while in his arms.

However, the woman he saw now was entirely different from his

memories.

She had become more distant, her eyes glinting with a profound light that made people hesitant to approach.

Her beauty was tinged with a sense of distance, as if veiled in

mystery.

Benson couldn’t imagine how her life had been wrecked to its current state after that great fire.

Yvonne’s gaze tightly followed the woman’s figure until she entered the villa’s entrance and disappeared from sight.

Her mood was heavy, her eyes slightly red.

Turning around, she buried herself in Benson’s embrace, seeking a bit of comfort and security.

Her breath rose and fell gently against Benson’s chest, seemingly conveying her inner confusion and unease.

Benson softly stroked her hair, his thoughts heavy.

The wind howled across the balcony, bringing a cold touch.

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His mood grew heavier with it.

At this moment, he didn’t know how to face these complicated emotions and could only quietly stay by her side.

Not long after, Matthew came upstairs, calling them down for dinner.

His voice echoed in the empty hallway, breaking the night’s tranquility.

Yvonne changed her clothes and made a call to Megan.

“Megan, I just saw Olivia.”

On the other end, Megan’s voice was filled with surprise.

“What? How is that possible?” Megan was clearly shocked by this

news.

Hearing Olivia’s name brought a sense of unreality.

She and Yvonne had grown up together and were once good

friends.

The fire had devoured everything and tightly entangled the fates of the three members of the Walter family.

Their home had turned into ruins, the once cozy house now only

remnants and ashes.

Flames had raged in the night sky, fiercely burning and surrounding the entire house.

The fire licked every inch of space, turning everything to ashes.

The Walter family of three had nowhere to escape in that fire and ultimately perished in the sea of flames.

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The firelight reflected their faces, casting the final glimmer of despair and pain.

It was an irreparable disaster, utterly destroying their lives and family.

Yvonne’s voice carried a hint of urgency: “But… that person really looked like her. Can you help me check?”

Her voice trembled, filled with hope and unease.

During dinner, Yvonne tried to stay calm, but her mood remained somewhat erratic.

The aroma of hotpot filled the private room, the vegetables and meat slices rolling in the boiling broth, releasing an enticing

fragrance.

Though the food was delicious, Yvonne had little appetite.

She occasionally glanced out the window, trying to distract herself.

Her mother called via video, and Yvonne stepped out of the room

to answer.

Through the video, her mother’s concern and warmth slightly lifted. her spirits.

Her mother’s words were full of comfort and encouragement, bringing a bit of warm solace.

Although still confused, Yvonne knew her mother’s words were a balm when facing difficulties.

Returning to the room, Yvonne’s mood gradually improved. She re- engaged in the dinner, trying to appear relaxed and happy despite her lack of appetite. She smiled during conversations with Benson and the others. As the dinner continued, the atmosphere lightened,

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with everyone chatting and laughing, enjoying the warm hotpot and each other’s company.

However, fine snow began to fall that night in St. George.

Snowflakes gently descended from the sky, landing on the streets and treetops.

The entire town was covered in white, as if draped in a silver–white veil.

Streetlights emitted a soft glow through the snow, creating at charming winter scene.

Snowflakes danced in the air, creating a dreamy atmosphere.

Yvonne, holding Benson’s arm, strolled in the snow.

Her steps were light, snowflakes landing on her hair and shoulders, adding a touch of dreaminess to her figure.

Her breath formed wisps of white mist in the cold air, adding at hazy beauty.

She looked up, blinking at Benson, her eyes playful and sweet: ” Does this count as growing old together?”

Her voice was gentle and warm, expressing her expectations and wishes to Benson.

Her slightly tilted face looked particularly lovely in the snow, like a beautiful painting, making one lost in it.

Benson felt her emotions, his inner complexity and entanglement making him unsure how to express himself.

He could only use silence to hide his inner turmoil.

His eyes showed a hint of apology, as if explaining his inner pain

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and confusion.,

Snowflakes swirled around them, landing on their hair and clothes, adding a touch of romance and warmth to the moment.

Benson’s emotions grew more complicated, not knowing how to face the situation in front of him.

In this snowy world, everything seemed pure and tranquil.

Snowflakes gently fell, covering the ground.

Yvonne and Benson stood under the snow–covered streetlight, the light stretching their shadows.

Casting them onto the white snow, creating a warm picture.

Benson leaned forward, his lips gently touching Yvonne’s in a tender and affectionate kiss.

Yvonne felt his emotions, wrapping her arms around his neck, responding to his kiss.

Her movements were full of tenderness and longing, as if conveying all her love through the kiss.

Her eyes were as gentle as water, sparkling with charm.

Her eyes were filled with love and expectation, seemingly expressing her deep feelings for him.

Her slightly swollen red lips, soft and warm, rested on his neck as she whispered.

“I think St. George is wonderful, we made the right choice. Maybe… we could have a child…”