Benson
Benson 192

Chapter 192 A Subtle Moment

“That’s right,” Benson replied. When it came to such matters, he was always forthright.

His voice was low and calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

His eyes were intently focused on Yvonne, as if scrutinizing her every

subtle reaction.

He pinned her against the edge of the desk, his fingers slipping under her clothes, exploring for a moment, and his eyes lit up.

“Front clasp?” His fingers deftly navigated her clothing, moving softly yet

with an assertive touch.

Yvonne pushed him away, her cheeks flushed, and her breath quickened.

She pushed against his chest forcefully, but his body was like an immovable wall, unyielding.

He merely smiled, effortlessly undoing the clasp with a practiced motion as if he had done it a thousand times before.

Benson lifted his gaze to see the redness around her eyes, her fair face. tinged with a rosy hue.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, a blend of helplessness and shyness that made her even more alluring.

He didn’t hold back, leaning down to taste her skin, his lips and teeth. sending an electric thrill through her.

Yvonne was embarrassed; it reminded her of the time in St. George, when they were impatient and clumsy, unable to hide their eagerness.

She hadn’t forgotten, and couldn’t forget. Those memories were deeply imprinted in her mind, each recollection bringing an indescribable sense of shame and pain.

But she couldn’t escape. “Benson, isn’t she the one you love? Haven’t you

CILOMETRU A Boldlé Menient

With

been searching for her all these years? She’s suffering with Steven, yet you just stand by and watch…”

Her voice trembled, filled with anger and helplessness, as she tried to break the silence with her words.

He was busy and didn’t have time to answer her. His fingers continued to roam across her skin, becoming more insistent.

Yvonne couldn’t stand it, hitting him hard a few times, but his body

remained firmly pressed against hers.

Breathing heavily, he held her as he moved toward the sofa.

“After you went to see Olivia, I knew you were hoping I’d step in. These days, I’ve been selling companies, traveling, running around, and you haven’t asked me about it once, didn’t even get a little jealous…

Thad a feeling that after Olivia came back, you would want a divorce.”

Yvonne froze, her mind a whirlwind of confusion.

Benson’s words contained a calm yet cruel truth that left her feeling lost.

“In St. George… my heart was uneasy,” he said softly, his voice carrying deep emotion.

“And it still is,” he admitted, his tone revealing a hint of weariness and

resignation.

“If during this time, I hadn’t been with you, maybe seeing Olivia would have made me pity her..

I made it clear: I found her, brought her back, settled her in. She forgot about me and our relationship, and I’ve moved on…

So once I fulfill our agreement, there’s nothing left between us.”

His voice was low and resolute, as if declaring a harsh truth.

Yvonne remained silent, her mind in shock, surprised by her own narrow understanding of him.

Benson, he could be truly cold when he wanted to be, but he could also be

tender when the mood was right, making you feel cherished.

He never hesitated to interpret her actions negatively, like in St. George, when he thought her late–night calls were out of jealousy or spite.

He wouldn’t waste time on endeavors that showed no promise of success.

These were just little things from their time together.

He was a man who calculated gains and losses, even weighing the pros and cons ruthlessly.

Forget about Mary; even Olivia, his former “lover,” was just a tool to be used for his own ends.

Be it with her or in their marriage, he had his strategies.

Yvonne suddenly realized that now that Olivia had returned to Las Vegas and was settled, getting out of this marriage wasn’t going to be as simple as she thought.

“What are you thinking?” he asked gently, his voice soft as he lounged on the sofa, letting her sit closely on his lap.

Her body leaned against him, feeling his warmth and strength.

Her hand gently stroked his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat, that intimate contact both familiar and strange.

“I’m thinking, what do I have to do for you to bring Olivia back…”

She spoke softly, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness and pleading.

Her eyes showed a mix of hope and despair, as if searching for some sort

of assurance.

“It’s quite simple,” Benson chuckled, his eyes glinting with cunning and

satisfaction.

The small light danced on Yvonne’s face, and as Benson watched her, a surge of indescribable emotion rose within him.

He wasn’t sure what this feeling was, but he knew she had profoundly influenced him.

His gaze wandered over her face, admiring her beauty and vulnerability.

Her proportions were perfect, her waist slim enough to be encircled by his hands.

Her body seemed especially alluring in the light, every movement carrying an irresistible charm.

This was her office, and things shouldn’t get too out of hand.

He knew, but he also couldn’t suppress his emotions and desires.

Benson reclined on the sofa, eyes narrowing as he watched Yvonne’s deeply blushed face while she assisted him.

Her hair was swept back, and the ends of her hair gently brushed his chin and collar, occasionally pricking his skin.

That slight touch felt both warm and stimulating.

He didn’t move, just silently watched her.

Her movements grew more hurried, her fingers traversing his skin, delivering an electric jolt.

Her breathing became rapid, and the flush on her face deepened.

Her body quivered slightly in his embrace, the tension and shyness making her incredibly captivating.

He lowered his head, gently kissing her lips, the tender touch bringing her

indescribable comfort.

Her body gradually relaxed in his arms, feeling the warmth of his embrace

and tenderness.

Her fingers gently brushed against his cheek, sensing the heat of his skin, the closeness bringing her a sense of long–lost warmth.

“Benson, isn’t she the one you love?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with confusion and pain.

Her gaze held deep concern and unease, as if seeking an answer.

He sighed gently and said softly, “She was, but that’s in the past.”

Benson’s eyes were deep and focused, seeming to savor her every subtle. reaction.

She didn’t speak again, just quietly leaned against him, feeling the warmth and affection of his embrace.

A complex mix of emotions surged within her, both painful and comforting.

She knew that their relationship had become irreparable, but she still couldn’t let go of those deep feelings.

The air in the office was filled with a subtle tension, as if more conflicts and emotions were on the brink of eruption.

Her fingers gently traced his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat, the intimate contact both familiar and unfamiliar.

Benson’s gaze roamed over her face, admiring her beauty and vulnerability.