Benson
Benson 202

Chapter 202 The Bathroom Awkwardness

He didn’t respond to her.

Yvonne stood outside the silent bedroom door, showing a hint of hesitation on her face.

Her hand gently touched the door panel, knocking a few times. Each soft knock echoed down the hallway, adding a sense of emptiness.

However, inside remained silent, with no response.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and the golden sunlight streaming through the window fell on her worried face, making her look especially pale.

“Is he sick?” she muttered to herself, her voice sounding particularly lonely in the empty hallway.

Her mood gradually became shrouded in a sense of foreboding, growing more and more anxious.

When she pushed the door open, the scene made her even more alarmed.

The bed was empty, and the blanket was thrown to the side, leaving a mess of wrinkles as if someone had hurriedly left.

Clothes and books were scattered all around, contrasting sharply with the usual tidiness Benson maintained.

“Benson, do you need a ride to work?” Yvonne tried to suppress her inner anxiety, keeping her voice as relaxed as possible.

However, just as she turned to leave the room, a low, painful groan suddenly came from the bathroom.

Her heart tightened, and worry quickly spread.

Without thinking much, she quickly walked toward the bathroom. “Benson, are you okay?”

Before she finished speaking, she pushed open the bathroom door, and the sight before her shocked her, leaving her mind blank.

She couldn’t help but scream, “Ah!”

Yvonne stormed downstairs, her face still pale.

The scene she had just seen in the bathroom was so impactful that it momentarily short–circuited her brain. She couldn’t even replace her bag.

Feeling rushed, Yvonne searched the spacious living room, her anxious. gaze sweeping over every corner.

Finally, in the gap between the sofa cushions, she found her forgotten phone lying there, as if waiting for Yvonne to replace it.

She quickly picked up her phone, clutching her bag and car keys like a warrior ready to face a challenge, and walked decisively toward the

garage.

The garage was cold and slightly dim, with only the outlines of vehicles. faintly visible under the weak light.

Yvonne had just started the car, her mind still replaying the scene in the room earlier.

But then, Maria’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

Maria came running out, her forehead covered in tiny beads of sweat.

Her face was full of worry, “Ma’am, sir said to wait for him, or else he can’t get to work.”

Her voice was filled with urgency, as if worried Yvonne would get angry

because of this.

Yvonne stopped, letting out a long sigh, trying to control the turbulent emotions inside her.

Benson’s words replayed in her mind, those trivial requests that always unknowingly hit her weak spot.

“Why do I…” she sighed softly, her voice carrying fatigue and helplessness, but she finally chose to compromise.

“Fine, I’ll wait for him.” Her tone was indifferent, but her heart was in

turmoil.

Yvonne leaned against the smooth, cold car door. Though she had decided to wait, the dissatisfaction and awkwardness lingered with her.

She silently glanced around at this familiar yet strange space, which made her emotions more complicated.

She couldn’t help but complain inwardly about how Benson could be so unbothered by this situation.

“If he’s not embarrassed, why should I be embarrassed?”

A sense of discomfort arose in her heart, mixed with a touch of self-

mockery.

“Benson is

just a shameless guy,” she thought to herself. The statement was both a complaint and a helpless acknowledgment.

Even though she was a bit annoyed, Yvonne knew she could never truly be mad at him, no matter what happened.

This complex emotion was like a tangled mess, impossible to untie in her

heart.

About ten minutes later, Benson came out of the room in his usual commanding manner, dressed in a suit and tie.

His steps were firm and strong, each movement exuding a casual elegance. His long legs traced graceful lines under the sunlight.

Even though an unpleasant scene had just occurred, his face remained calm and indifferent as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Or perhaps, he had never really cared about it.

He walked straight to the car, deftly opening the door and casually sitting in the passenger seat.

Yvonne watched his actions closely, unable to help but frown.

“Can you be a little more careful?” she asked, holding back her displeasure, her tone inevitably carrying a hint of reproach.

“What kind of posture is that!”

Benson seemed unbothered by this, instead letting out a low laugh, his voice tinged with teasing and undeniable confidence.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you’d come into my room.”

His voice was relaxed as if he had found some amusement in this little conflict, which made Yvonne feel even more uneasy.

Although his apology was lighthearted, it lacked sincerity. It was more of a playful taunt typical of a man.

Yvonne knew this was a form of communication they had long developed, but it was also the part she found hardest to adapt to.

Staring straight ahead, Yvonne rolled her eyes, feeling a surge of

uncontrollable anger.

“Benson, you did it on purpose. I don’t believe you didn’t hear me when I spoke so loudly. You did it on purpose, wanting me to see…”

Her voice rose gradually, but then she abruptly stopped, her face slightly

flushed with embarrassment.

Benson raised his eyebrows, a slight smile playing on his lips, “Did you just

see me…

Before he could finish, Yvonne cut him off.

“Shut up, you shameless!” her voice was filled with evident

embarrassment, her cheeks slightly red.

Benson leaned back in the passenger seat, his gaze soft yet teasing. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it before. Why are you shy? It’s natural for a man

to have normal needs.”

Yvonne was speechless and remained silent for a moment, too lazy to

argue with him anymore.

The car moved quietly, but the atmosphere between them was far from harmonious.

When Benson got out of Yvonne’s car, a few executives glanced at them in surprise.

Early in the morning, the two of them arriving at the company together? They couldn’t help but speculate, but seeing the displeasure on Yvonne’s face, they toned down their gossip.

“Miss Yvonne, Mr. Benson,” a few executives politely greeted them, wearing professional smiles.

The two nodded and stepped into the office.

Megan stood at the door, immediately approaching them when they entered, “The meeting starts at nine; there’s still a little time.” She handed Yvonne a document.

Yvonne passed the plan she had prepared overnight to Benson, “Here’s the plan I prepared.”

Benson took the document, flipped through a few pages, and looked up at Yvonne.

“Caesar Plaza? You’re planning to close the store temporarily when Caesar has the most traffic and popularity?” His tone carried a hint of confusion and questioning.

Yvonne nodded, her tone firm, “Yes, this is a decision I made after careful consideration.”

Benson closed the document, folding his arms, his gaze thoughtful and probing, “Yvonne, are you asking me to be your shield?”

Yvonne smiled, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes, “If you’re a shield. once, why not carry it together?”

Benson was silent for a moment, looking deeply at her, his eyes revealing a complex emotion.

Megan stood beside them, listening to their conversation, completely unaware of what they were discussing.

What shield, carrying it twice? She was full of questions.

“Fine, don’t just call it a shield; I’ll take all the blame for you.”