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Benson 204
Chapter 204 Self–Neglect
Benson intentionally put on a fragile demeanor, his tone mournful, and hist voice tinged with traces of lamentation,
However, his eyes revealed a hint of cunning and teasing, as if waiting for her reaction.
Yvonne frowned and said coldly, “You don’t look like a man now!”
These words were like a thorn, causing Benson to sit up immediately, at confident smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
“You know best whether I am a man or not.” His voice was provocative and confident, his gaze firm and burning.
He reached out and hugged her waist, pressing his face against her chest.
“Don’t go crazy, get off.” Yvonne tried to break free, but he held on tighter, as if she were his only salvation.
“I’m really uncomfortable.” Benson’s voice was tinged with a trace of helplessness and pain.
Yvonne felt his forehead burning; he indeed had a fever. She sighed and softened her voice.
“Then continue to sleep. I’ll go buy some medicine and bring lunch in.” Her tone was cold, but it revealed concern.
Although unwilling, Benson released his hold and lay back on the sofa, watching her leave.
Seeing the reluctance in his eyes, her heart trembled slightly.
When Yvonne went to the restaurant for lunch, she also ordered a
thermometer and some fever medicine.
Standing in the restaurant, gazing at the scenery outside the window, her mind was constantly preoccupied with the ailing Benson.
Returning to the office, Yvonne saw Benson still on the sofa, looking
haggard.
She placed the lunch she brought on the table and started asking about today’s meeting, “What did you mean at the meeting today?”
Benson ate lunch slowly, his gaze lingering on the dishes.
After a while, he spoke, “Officially, I said in the meeting that there are some. things I help you with, how would the board see you? Besides, I don’t need their approval for what I do; the more I speak, the more they might resent. you.**
Yvonne nodded, understanding his point.
Benson was not only the third young master of the Taylor family but also a man recognized for his own strength.
‘Personally, even though we’re having issues, you’re still my wife. No matter how bad things get, I wouldn’t undermine you on such matters.”
Yvonne felt slightly moved by his words.
But she still said, “Even so, thank you, Mr. Benson. Without you, today’s issues wouldn’t have been so easily resolved.”
Benson snorted coldly, his tone mixed with a trace of disdain and helplessness, “Yes, without my help, you probably wouldn’t have shown. me such a pleasant face today or brought lunch, right?”
This heartless woman! He thought silently, but said no more.
Yvonne did not respond, knowing that after the two major issues were resolved, there were still many tough battles ahead.
The follow–up on several project lines, the implementation of the design at Caesar Plaza, each required her personal attention.
Yvonne looked up, her gaze falling on Benson’s thin face.
His sunken eyes stared powerlessly at the food on the table, as if it were a pile of insignificant stones.
The office was filled with the aroma of lunch, but it seemed to have no appeal to him.
“Eat more, then take the medicine.” Yvonne said softly.
Though she said this, she knew Benson was in no state to touch any food,
After speaking, she turned around and began to deal with the piled–up. work.
Time passed quietly, the office atmosphere becoming unusually quiet, occasionally broken by the sound of keyboard typing and the rustling of turning pages.
Every now and then, Yvonne involuntarily looked up to observe Benson.
He remained motionless, his gaze hollow as he stared at the simple. dishes, his face growing paler, like paper.
In the midst of this silence, Benson suddenly clutched his stomach, his face contorted in pain, and then staggered towards the restroom.
Yvonne was startled, quickly putting down her work to follow him.
Standing at the restroom door, she heard the sound of Benson vomiting.
Her heart jumped to her throat, filled with panic and helplessness.
She had never encountered such a situation before, feeling nothing but
worry.
A few minutes later, Benson stumbled out of the restroom, looking more. exhausted than before, his face as pale as if covered with a layer of white. powder.
Yvonne immediately stepped forward, carefully supporting him, her voice. full of concern, “Benson, where else are you uncomfortable?”
Benson’s sigh seemed heavy, his eyes full of fatigue, “My stomach hurts.”
His tone conveyed intense pain but also powerlessness.
Yvonne’s heart tightened, without any hesitation, she firmly decided to take him to the hospital immediately.
Supporting Benson, they hurried out of the office, her only thought being to get to the hospital as quickly as possible.
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In the car, Yvonne drove, occasionally glancing at Benson.
Seeing his face still pale as paper, huddled in the seat, looking extremely exhausted.
On the way, Yvonne’s emotions were very complex.
Her heart was full of worry, fearing that Benson’s condition might worsen.
There was also anxiety, wishing they could get to the hospital for treatment immediately.
And a faint hint of blame–if she had noticed Benson’s discomfort earlier, perhaps this situation could have been avoided.
Amidst her chaotic thoughts, the car finally reached its destination.
A large, modern hospital entrance.
Yvonne took a deep breath, ready to take Benson to the emergency room.
At the hospital, the cold white tiled floor reflected glaring light, the walls‘ strong smell of disinfectant was overpowering.
The air was filled with a sense of unease.
Nurses bustled about, their faces wearing a professional calmness and
indifference.
At the end of the corridor, several patients‘ families were talking in low voices, their faces filled with worry and fatigue.
The doctor quickly examined Benson.
Due to his irregular diet recently, he had acute gastroenteritis and needed.
an IV.
The fever was partly due to this.
The doctor, wearing a white mask, explained the condition with a steady and professional voice, but Yvonne’s mood grew heavier.
Hearing this, Yvonne was furious, “Your stomach hurts, why didn’t you say anything? Are you a child?”
She stood by the bed, her tone cold as she questioned him.
Benson lay on the bed, showing an innocent expression, “I’m already like this, and you’re still scolding me?”
Yvonne was nearly driven mad with anger, unable to understand his stubbornness.
She reached out to soothe him, but Benson seized the opportunity to grab her hand.
A smug smile appeared on his face, “Holding you makes me feel much better.”
“But I don’t feel comfortable at all.” Her voice was full of anger, her
emotions complicated.
The atmosphere in the hospital room was tense, the wind outside rustling the leaves.
Creating a rustling sound, adding a touch of melancholy to the heavy
scene.
Benson chuckled, “This morning, I intentionally let you see me like this.”
His tone was playful and provocative, as if enjoying her worry.
Yvonne looked at him in shock, wondering if he was delirious from the illness.
“You…”
“These days, I’ve been restraining myself from being near you, but the more I restrain, the more I miss you. What should I do?“
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