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Chapter 220 What Is the Intent?

From the moment Benson sold the film company and walked into the Taylor Group’s conference room, Yvonne sensed something was off.

Even though the conference room was as neat and formal as ever, her intuition told her that today’s atmosphere was different.

The room was elegantly decorated, with art on the walls and a finely crafted wooden conference table that exuded a sense of solemnity.

The cityscape outside was blocked by tall floor–to–celling windows, leaving only a vague glimpse of the bustling streets and busy traffic.

This environment was out unfamiliar to Yvonne, but today, she felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

“Is something wrong with the company?” Yvonne asked, her voice tinged with a barely noticeable worry.

Having worked in the business world for years, this keen sense had become second nature to her.

Charles glanced at Yvonne, a hint of a smile in his eyes, seemingly admiring her sharpness.

“There’s nothing wrong with the company, and there’s nothing wrong with me,”

He said, “It’s just that you’ve matured and have found your footing at Eurasia Jewelry. As we agreed from -the start, Eurasia would eventually return to the Winstead family.”

There was a faint pride in his words, “Especially with Caesar Plaza’s reopening in a few days.”

Yvonne felt a slight shock in her heart.

She knew what Benson’s departure meant and understood the significance of Eurasia returning to the Winstead family.

But she couldn’t help feeling a bit emotional: “This isn’t all my doing.”

Her tone was modest, but there was also a faint sense of relief.

“He’s your husband, isn’t he supposed to help you?” Victoria said with a smile, her tone filled with affection.

“This is all rightfully yours.”

Faced with her in–laws‘ persuasion, Yvonne didn’t refuse any further.

Her gratitude toward Benson grew even stronger, especially after everything they had been through.

Without his help, she wasn’t sure how long it would have taken her to handle many of the difficult matters.

With the lawyers‘ assistance, all the procedures were completed.

When she signed her name, a complex feeling welled up inside her.

The company her father had founded had endured the test of time and challenges.

Now, it finally returned to her hands, no longer just a subsidiary of the Taylor Group.

This process brought her both comfort and a bit of lingering melancholy.

After the lawyers left, Yvonne curled up in the side room, her thoughts drifting away.

Her gaze landed on a family portrait on the wall, the familiar faces seeming to recount many memories.

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She thought of her father and brother, and waves of loriging and remembrance surged in her heart.

The Taylor family members considerately left her along

At this moment, Benson quietly walked in with n tray of Yvonne’s favorite fruits, carefully placing them in front of her.

He had chosen her favorite seasonal fru

A variety of colorful berries and ripe kiwis, arranged on a slightly chilled fruit platter, looked particularly tempting.

He then sat on the sofa diagonally pposite her, his gaze soft, with a gentle concern in his eyes.

It was as if he was silently asking about her current state.

Yvonne hugged a pillow, feeling the soft fur under her fingers. “I should thank you.”

“Sure, how do you plan to thank me?”

Benson’s teasing tone carried a hint of expectation, a lighthearted banter that was a common way for them to express their intimacy.

Yvonne paused, a faint bitter smile appearing on her lips.

Facing Benson’s direct and somewhat playful attitude, she felt a bit helpless and at a loss.

She didn’t actually know how to express her gratitude, feeling momentarily awkward.

“How will you thank me?” Benson repeated.

His seemingly joking tone carried a subtle hint of dissatisfaction, making his gaze even deeper.

“Forget I said anything.” Yvonne responded with resignation, trying to change the subject.

“But you did say it…” Benson smiled, gently reaching out to caress her face, his tone filled with affection and tenderness.

“The company is officially in your hands now, so I won’t be going to Caesar Plaza anymore.”

Yvonne looked at him, a mix of emotions flickering in her eyes, “I still have to say thank you.”

“Between husband and wife, that’s too distant.”

Benson shook his head with a smile, his tone carrying a bit of dissatisfaction and teasing.

“I really don’t like it when you thank me like this. We should support and understand each other without the need for thanks.”

Yvonne lowered her gaze, unsure of how to respond.

Her mood grew heavier, confused and uneasy about Benson’s attitude.

Seeing her expression, Benson’s brows furrowed slightly as he moved to sit beside her on the long sofa.

He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

This closeness brought warmth to Yvonne, but she also felt a bit uncomfortable.

“Benson, I’m a little afraid when you’re like this,” she said softly, her voice revealing a hint of weakness and helplessness.

Benson’s brows knit tightly as he looked at her, a mix of confusion and dissatisfaction in his eyes.

“I’ve been accommodating you all this time. I’ve tried not to do anything you didn’t want. But your attitude

Is really starting to frustrate me.”

His voice carried a sense of helplessness and frustration, clearly indicating he was reaching his limit.

“Is it that no matter what I do, you don’t see it anymore?” There was a note of hurt in his tone.

“I don’t want to fight, Benson.” Yvonne lifted her head, a trace of stubbornness in her voice.

“It’s not that you don’t want to fight, it’s that you don’t even want to talk to me,” Benson’s voice carried a hint of anger and disappointment.

There was a deep weariness and confusion in his eyes.

Whether it was kissing or hugging, he always felt Yvonne’s passivity and coldness, which left him feeling incredibly frustrated and puzzled.

Seeing her indifferent expression, Benson finally couldn’t hold back anymore.

He let go of her, stood up, and walked toward the door, unwilling to continue the argument.

Not long after, Yvonne heard the car engine start, and the vehicle drove out of sight.

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heart gradually calmed down. She had grown accustomed to this coldness and distance.

Her gaze remained on the family portrait on the wall, as if it could provide her with some comfort and strength.

Soon after, the Taylor family members came in.

Little Emma saw Yvonne and couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity.

Her soft body tightly hugged Yvonne, and this warm embrace brought her a sense of healing and comfort.

“Auntie, weren’t you and Uncle Benson getting along well during the New Year? I thought I’d get to be a big sister again.”

Little Emma’s words were filled with concern and hope.

“It’s just that some things happened, and it seems your uncle and I aren’t quite right for each other right now.”

Yvonne’s voice carried a hint of helplessness; she didn’t want to share all her troubles.

“But Uncle Benson cares about you,” Little Emma said seriously, her eyes showing empathy and understanding.