Benson
Benson 218

Chapter 218 A Mistake to the End

Yvonne’s words lingered in the car for a long time, but Benson didn’t immediately respond.

The city’s scenery outside the window gradually blurred in the night, and the quiet inside the car felt especially heavy.

Yvonne sat sideways in the passenger seat, her fingers unconsciously tapping on her knee.

Her gaze occasionally swept past the flashing lights outside the window, but her heart couldn’t replace peace.

Benson’s silence seemed like an invisible pressure, making her mood even heavier.

She knew that her former partne was not someone easily dismissed.

Even though her words earlier had made her stance clear, Benson clearly hadn’t fully accepted it yet.

His calm and silence seemed to remind her that the end of this relationship was still far from over.

As an excellent hunter, he wouldn’t let go easily until the target was achieved.

The car slowly drove into a picturesque area.

The restaurant Benson had chosen was situated on a small hill, surrounded by lush greenery, and the air was filled with a fresh natural fragrance.

The exterior of the restaurant was rustic and elegant, but the interior decor revealed a blend of modern comfort.

They sat near a delicate garden, with the warm yellow lights on the lawn casting a dreamy glow over the surroundings.

Yvonne gradually relaxed, but she remained indifferent to the beautiful environment.

Her encounters with Benson were few and far between, and each meeting, aside from handling affairs, left little time for personal moments.

The intimacy after their divorce made her feel extremely uncomfortable and conflicted.

Benson sat up in his chair, gazing out at the scenery, his expression deep and thoughtful.

“Did you hear what I said?” Yvonne broke the silence, her voice tinged with a hint of probing and unease.

Benson still didn’t look at her, responding lightly, “I’m not deaf, of course, I heard.

Olivia hasn’t come back yet, right? Even if she doesn’t get divorced immediately, letting her return to Las Vegas to live freely and make her own choices, isn’t that better? You sacrificed so much for her before, and now you can’t wait?”

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carried a hint of confusion and indifference, clearly feeling frustrated by Yvonne’s attitude.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a cigarette from the pack, placing it between his lips, his gaze wandering.

“The wine here is good, would you like some?” he asked, trying to break the silence.

“No,” Yvonne’s answer was short and firm. She didn’t want to talk to Benson any further, only wishing to quietly enjoy the meal.

The waiter brought over cherry wine, the liquid in the glass shimmering enticingly under the lights.

Despite Yvonne’s decision not to drink, Benson still showed concern.

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He dismissed the waltor and leaned in to pour her wine, his tone affectionate and caring. “This wine is quite special, give it a try.

Yvonne looked at Benson’s leaning figure, and complex emotions welled up inside her.

She knew that behind Benson’s care lay deeper expectations and needs.

Jeremy, stay away from him,” she lifted her eyes, looking at him, trying to express her true feelings.

“I know. Nothing disgraceful will happen while we’re still married.”

Yvonne’s tone was calm and resolute, but there was a hint of helplessness in it.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

Benson’s tone carried a trace of helplessness and Irritation. He didn’t continue to dwell on the topic but shifted the conversation.

“Yvonne, I know there has bee a lot of unhappiness between us. Maybe we don’t have much time left together. You once loved deeply, now I’m trying hard. In the remaining time, can’t we get along a bit more pleasantly, to make up for the regrets?”

Yvonne listened to Benson’s words, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

She didn’t respond immediately, lowering her head, pondering his suggestion.

She understood that Benson’s words were both sincere and filled with his own expectations.

“Alright, I’ll try,” her voice was gentle but firm.

She didn’t want to argue anymore, only hoping to reduce the friction between them as much as possible.

Benson lowered his gaze, the cigarette in his hand ultimately left unlit.

His heart was in turmoil; Jeremy’s presence brought a sense of invisible threat.

Jeremy’s high standing and his closeness to Yvonne made Benson feel an undefined sense of crisis.

Jeremy’s existence was not just a challenge to Yvonne but could also bring about a larger scheme.

The meal, though it started on an unpleasant note, gradually lightened the atmosphere as dish after exquisite dish was served.

The restaurant’s cuisine was not only visually appealing but also crafted with the chef’s meticulous care in every bite.

The rich flavor of the cherry wine lingered in the mouth, gradually easing the mood.

Yvonne’s spirits began to lift, and a bright smile reappeared on her face.

She started to appreciate the restaurant’s scenery and decor, particularly sensitive and appreciative of the details.

The restaurant’s every corner exuded a sense of elegance and refinement.

From the art on the walls to the delicate tableware, everything was a delight to behold.

As they left the restaurant together, Yvonne’s attention was drawn to the restaurant’s unique scenery.

Whether it was the restaurant’s viewing platform or the style of its decor, it filled her with joy.

She had just come out of the restroom, ready to continue admiring the beautiful surroundings, when suddenly, a warm, large hand reached out from behind a stone pillar, tightly wrapping around her waist.

Her body was gently pressed against the cold wall, and she froze in surprise.

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The glass curtain wall at the corner reflected the image of the two, closely entwined.

The lights outside, filtered through bamboo shadows, created a soft and romantic atmosphere tinged with a hint of forbidden allure.

The dappled light and shadows highlighted the intimacy and entanglement of the moment.

“This is what you meant by getting along pleasantly?”

Benson’s voice was low and teasing, his gaze lingering on Yvonne’s face with a mix of mockery and flirtation.

Yvonne’s cheeks flushed slightly, her heartbeat quickening.

She could feel Benson’s body heat through their clothes, the warmth making her feel a bit flustered. She tried to remain calm, but Benson’s closeness and his words left her feeling somewhat confused. Yvonne had drunk a little, and the alcohol was making her body relax. She leaned slightly against the wall, her eyes narrowing as if trying to steady her inner turmoil.

Benson’s face drew close to her neck, his breath soft and warm, like a spring breeze stirring the surface of a lake, creating ripples.

The faint scent of wine reached his nose, making him feel a kind of intoxicating dizziness, as if the w

world had turned soft and blurry.

Yvonne’s face looked especially gentle in the light, her eyes half–closed.

She silently watched Benson, her heart filled with more emotional turmoil.

Her heartbeat quickened, each pulse seeming to respond to Benson’s presence.

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Her thoughts became exceptionally clear at this moment, yet they were also filled with an indescribable complexity of feelings.