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Chapter 212 The One In His Heart

After Benson spoke softly, the room Instantly fell into a deep silence.

Yvonne curled up on the bed, seemingly lost in her dream.

Her face was pale, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, perhaps due to the fatigue from the night before, making her slow to respond.

Benson gazed at her, a trace of concern in his eyes.

He let out a soft sigh, as if releasing all his worries with that single breath.

He stood up, his movements so gentle that they were almost inaudible, careful not to disturb Yvonne’s peaceful slumber.

He walked into the bathroom, where the mirror was already fogged up. The soft light cast a warm and tranquil atmosphere in the room.

He took out his toiletries, and the damp towel in his hand became warm and soft.

Benson’s actions were meticulous as he gently wiped Yvonne’s face.

Water droplets slid down her cheeks, as if bringing a touch of cool comfort to her.

The bathroom was filled with a faint, fresh fragrance, and the air felt refreshingly clean after being washed.

After completing these delicate tasks, he quietly closed the bathroom door and walked to the room next door.

The old house’s quiet ambiance was lightly disrupted by his footsteps, but his movements remained cautious, as if afraid to break the remaining tranquility in the room.

The room was decorated in a rustic style, with paintings on the walls and exquisite furniture bearing the marks of time..

Thick carpets covered the wooden floor, absorbing the sound of his footsteps.

The next day, when the sunlight filtered through the curtains and warmed the wooden floor, Yvonne woke up around ten o’clock.

She blinked her heavy eyelids and slowly got out of bed, feeling an unusual heaviness in her body, as if every muscle and bone were weighed down by lead.

She tried to open her eyes fully, but her head remained heavy, filled with fatigue and dizziness.

Yvonne sat slowly for a few minutes, trying to fully wake up, then walked slowly to the window.

The sunlight outside filtered through the thin curtains and fell on her face, casting dappled shadows on her skin, warm and soft.

The morning air carried a slight chill, contrasting sharply with the warmth inside the room.

She slowly descended the stairs, each step feeling somewhat sluggish.

Her hands lightly slid over the finely carved banister, her mind drifting back to the events of the previous night, bringing a wave of exhaustion.

The stairs creaked softly under her feet, as if telling the tale of yesterday’s fatigue and toil.

A faint smell of food wafted up from the kitchen below, filling the air with the quiet and warmth of the

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morning.

As Yvonne approached the kitchen, a warm aroma greeted her, causing her to unconsciously relax her tense shoulders.

The kitchen windows were wide open, allowing the morning breeze to bring in the fragrance of flowers from the garden, mingling with the scent of cooking to create a pleasant atmosphere.

Maria was busy in the kitchen, wearing a simple apron. Her movements were skillful and light as she stirred the food in the pot.

Amid the swirling smoke, the enticing aroma made it hard not to drool.

Yvonne paused at the door, watching Maria.

She saw Maria roll up her sleeves, concentrating on her work.

Whenever Maria turned to fetch seasonings or check the heat, she exuded a sense of warmth and comfort that only a home could provide.

Her face bore a gentle smile, as if everything in the kitchen was so natural and familiar to her.

Hearing footsteps, Maria turned around, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened with her smile, making her look especially kind.

“Miss Yvonne, Mr. Benson is in the study upstairs. He went there early this morning.”

Her voice was filled with concern and warmth. “Are you hungry?”

Yvonne lowered her head, her gaze falling on the breakfast plate. The delicate food felt like part of yesterday, making her slightly uneasy.

A wave of awkwardness washed over her, making her unsure how to respond to Maria’s greeting.

She gently tapped her phone, revealing a work report from Megan on the screen, mentioning that Benson had already arranged for her leave.

She sighed softly, her heart filled with confusion and unease.

She sat at the dining table, silently eating breakfast.

The food in her mouth tasted bland, and the discomfort in her stomach, along with her worries, robbed her of any appetite.

A vase of fresh lilies on the table filled the air with a delicate fragrance, but it offered her no solace.

Benson came downstairs at that moment, his steps steady and composed, dressed in a simple yet well- tailored shirt and trousers, reflecting his usual efficiency and confidence.

His gaze

swept over Yvonne, noticing the fatigue and unease in her expression, her face slightly pale.

He walked to the table, and as he sat down, the chair made a soft scraping sound.

“Not exercising lately?” he asked softly, his tone carrying a hint of teasing and concern.

Yvonne used to have defined abs and was in great shape.

Now, after just a few workouts, she seemed so exhausted, which was puzzling.

Yvonne’s face stiffened slightly. She tried to lift her head but didn’t respond to his question, simply continuing to eat her breakfast with her head down.

Her mood was clearly not good, her expression heavy as if she was contemplating something complex.

Seeing this, Benson didn’t continue to tease her but instead started talking about Olivia, trying to divert

her attention.

olivia doesn’t want a divorce anymore.”

Benson’s tone carried a hint of helplessness, as if trying to justify his decision to go to Mexico this time.

Yvonne frowned, a flash of doubt and confusion in her eyes,

“Why? Olivia clearly doesn’t like Steven. She can’t possibly not want a divorce.”

Her tone carried a hint of disdain, clearly well aware of Olivia’s personality.

Olivia and Yvonne grew up together, and Yvonne knew her character inside and out.

Olivia’s usual decisiveness and determination made this change feel unbelievable.

“That’s what she said.”

Benson’s tone revealed a trace of confusion since Olivia’s attitude hadn’t changed when he left Mexico.

A sense of urgency welled up in Yvonne, making her feel there must be something involving Steven.

She instinctively wanted to replace a chance to ask Olivia herself, to get more answers.

Because of Olivia’s situation, her mood grew heavier, and she even lost interest in her breakfast.

Noticing her emotional shift, Benson’s eyes showed a hint of concern.

He reached out and pushed an invitation card toward Yvonne. “This is for you.

Yvonne glanced at the invitation, the writing on it clear and formal.

She frowned slightly. “What is it?”

“It’s an invitation to an economic forum. I hope you can attend,” Benson said, his tone carrying a mix of firmness and anticipation.

Yvonne shook her head, firmly saying, “I don’t want to go. I’m very busy.”

She had never been interested in such high–end events,

The last time she went to Mr. Donald’s banquet was only because of the jewelry competition, which she attended reluctantly.

“Yvonne…” Benson’s voice turned low and serious, carrying a tone that left no room for doubt.

His words seemed to hold a special power, forcing Yvonne to take him seriously.

Yvonne lifted her eyes, puzzled as she looked at him.

After all, he rarely spoke to her in such a formal tone.