Benson
Benson 191

Chapter 191 A Subtle Relationship

Yvonne really didn’t like the feeling of being seen through so easily, so she shrugged her shoulders.

“What could I want? This is my office, I can come back whenever I want.”

Her voice carried a hint of helplessness and stubbornness as she tried to hide her inner unease.

She walked to the floor–to–ceiling window, standing in a spot where the sun streamed in, casting a warm light on her face through the glass.

The cityscape outside the window looked different from her perspective.”

The outlines of skyscrapers were especially clear in the morning light, while the traffic and crowds in the distance seemed so small and

unfamiliar.

Benson glanced up, watching her figure sitting casually on the sofa.

His gaze lingered on her crossed legs and relaxed posture. She looked carefree, but he knew the inner turmoil she was facing.

The soft texture of the sofa accentuated her elegance, and her long hair appeared even more enchanting in the light.

Yvonne’s fingers gently stroked the leather of the sofa, its touch smooth and warm, as if she found a moment of peace in this space.

In the vastness of the office, there was a subtle tension in the air.

The office was modern and elegantly decorated, with white marble floors, a few pieces of minimalist furniture, and abstract paintings adorning the walls.

The clock on the wall ticked quietly, as if silently recording the passage of

time.

A faint fragrance floated in the air, mixing fresh scents with the aroma of coffee, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise stifling atmosphere.

Benson finally finished reviewing the financial reports and got up, leisurely walking toward the desk.

His movements were calm and unhurried, with slender fingers gliding gently over the desk, as if the meticulously recorded numbers and charts were dancing before his eyes.

Picking up a pack of cigarettes, he deftly pulled one out, his movements graceful and practiced.

The scent of tobacco began to fill the air, adding a sense of heaviness to the tense atmosphere.

“No smoking in my office,” Yvonne said coldly, her gaze steady.

Her voice cut through the oppressive air, bringing a sharp and piercing

tone.

She walked toward him with firm and decisive steps.

Her high heels clicked softly on the marble floor, each step exuding strength and resolve.

Benson seemed unfazed by her words and continued lighting the cigarette,

He skillfully ignited it with a lighter, the blue flame instantly setting the tobacco alight.

As the smoke swirled in the air, he watched her figure, and a certain emotion within him began to stir.

The smoke spiraled upward, creating a hazy atmosphere, inducing a sense of pressure and unease.

Yvonne frowned, quickly walking over to remove the cigarette from his lips.

Her actions were slightly rough but also decisive and firm.

Her fingers brushed against his lips, bringing a warm touch.

Standing in front of him, her gaze was clear and frank, but in the interplay of light and shadow, a hint of allure was faintly revealed in her eyes.

Benson smiled slightly, spreading his arms to embrace her.

Her body was enveloped tightly in his embrace, creating a deep sense of pressure from the intimate contact.

He took the opportunity to grasp her wrist, his tone teasing, “Don’t scratch again; it’s not good for your reputation.

Yvonne frowned, “What do you mean?” Her voice carried confusion and anger.

She pulled her wrist back forcefully, trying to break free from his grip, but he held her tightly.

“How many times have you scratched my face? When people ask, I have to be honest, right? They all look at me sympathetically, thinking that someone with such a handsome face ended up marrying a fierce wife.”

His smile carried a hint of helplessness, and his tone was a mix of teasing -and jest.

His words contained a trace of bitterness and self–mockery. The scratches were not only physical wounds but also reflected his inner helplessness and frustration.

These days, going to work with scratches on his face had indeed drawn quite a bit of curiosity and concern from others.

The curious glances and sympathetic expressions made him feel somewhat embarrassed and helpless.

Yvonne’s anger and confusion made her appear even more agitated.

She coldly asked, “What about the people who didn’t ask why you always have scratches on your face?”

“They didn’t ask, and even if they did, I wouldn’t say.” He replied, wrapping an arm around her waist and switching their positions.

His movements were smooth and natural, gently pulling her closer to him.

Her long hair cascaded down in the light, revealing her fair neck, making her look particularly alluring..

His gaze was deep and tender, seemingly capturing her every movement.

Benson lowered his head and gently kissed her.

Yvonne tried to evade, but his slender fingers caressed her cheek, moving with extreme tenderness and skill.

His kiss began as a gentle touch, gradually becoming more passionate, as if savoring every inch of her skin.

Each kiss brought a slight tremor, intoxicating her in the moment.

She took a deep breath, struggling to stop his kiss, but eventually found herself tightly embraced by him.

Their lips and teeth intertwined, and time seemed to slip away, allowing them to forget past events.

The affectionate kiss felt both familiar and strange, as if seeking a

warmth once lost.

The air in the office grew hotter, the rising temperature making their breaths quicken and uneasy.

Ever since he had Yvonne, Benson had become highly sensual.

His needs and desires made him treasure every touch with Yvonne.

However, Yvonne was not a woman to be easily molded.

Her resistance and indifference posed a challenge to him, yet also. heightened his desire.

This time, he gently bit her ear, feeling her body shiver involuntarily.

He chuckled softly, his palm lingering on her waist with a mix of teasing and fondness.

Her reaction satisfied him, increasing his longing for her.

There was a subtle tension in the air, as if more conflicts and emotions were poised to erupt at any moment.

“You came back because of Olivia, didn’t you?” Benson’s voice was low, tinged with provocation.

His eyes reflected a complex emotion, seemingly probing for her true intentions.

His words contained a hidden concern and unease, as if searching for an

answer.

Yvonne paused, looking up at him.

Her gaze swept over his unbuttoned collar; during their earlier embrace, he had undone two more buttons, with his Adam’s apple and collarbone. appearing particularly enticing in the light.

A barely suppressible intensity seemed to emanate, seductive yet tinged with ferocity.

A strong sense of worry surged in her heart, filled with unease about Olivia’s situation.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with a charming smile, his features. exceptionally handsome, eyes filled with provocation and jest.

His smile concealed an indescribable meaning, as if waiting for her response.

Yvonne’s expression grew serious, and she spoke softly, “You know her situation… waiting for me to come to you?”