Benson
Benson 233

Chapter 233 Where Were You?

Yvonne shot Benson a glance, her tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction, “You’re really something, asking that question.”

Benson smiled slightly, his eyes full of affection and tenderness,

“It’s because I like you, I want to know you better.”

Yvonne: “…”

His words gently stirred something in her heart.

Sweet talk always has a way of tugging at heartstrings, and though sweet, it evoked a subtle trembling in her chest.

Her heartbeat seemed to quicken slightly, as if his words had softly touched her heart.

Hannah, seeing the deep affection in her son–in–law’s eyes for her daughter, smiled with satisfaction.

“If it were back then, Benson definitely wouldn’t have liked you. You were such a tomboy. She really was a wild girl back then.”

Yvonne hugged a soft pillow, lowering her head in silence, not saying anything more.

Her face showed a mix of shyness and helplessness, but there was also a faint smile of happiness.

The warm touch of the pillow seemed to bring some comfort as well.

Hannah continued, “She’s smart but never serious. In high school, she would do her homework while watching *Wuthering Heights* on her computer. I told her off so many times. But what did she say? ‘As. long as my grades are good, it’s fine.”

As Benson listened, he couldn’t help but smile, reaching out to gently stroke Yvonne’s hair.

Her long hair trembled slightly at his fingertips, shining softly under the light.

Yvonne’s cheeks flushed slightly, the intimate touch filling her with warmth.

Dinner passed in a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, but not long after, Benson’s phone rang–it was a call from George.

At Las Vegas High, the names Yvonne and Olivia had almost become legendary.

Whether freshman or senior, whenever these two names were mentioned, almost everyone would give a thumbs up, as if they were the school’s legends.

Yvonne, especially in the eyes of the teachers, was known to everyone.

Her reputation was like a strong wind, sweeping through every corner of the campus.

Yvonne’s grades were

always at the top of the school, and the teachers‘ comments on her were often tinged with a bit of awe..

Her talent and intelligence seemed destined to lead her to academic success.

In class, she often sat in the last row, either jotting down notes or quietly staring out the window. Her appearance seemed casual, even a bit rebellious, but her grades shone brightly like a beacon. Whenever exam results were announced, Yvonne’s name always ranked at the top, often with a score difference of over ten points from the second place, making her a standout in the entire pakend

Teachers would talk about Yvonne with a smile..

This kid, Yvonne, may not always follow the rules, but her grades have never disappointed us. She always solves the most complex problems in the shortest time. A student with such natural talent is really beyond criticism”

Their tone was full of both helplessness and admiration, as if saying, “A student like her, who doesn’t play by the rules, is really one you both love and hate.”

During her college years, Yvonne seemed to have undergone a huge transformation.

Her attitude toward studying was completely different from her casualness in high school, becoming more focused and serious.

The teachers witnessed her change, marveling at her maturity and growth.

She had turned from a child who only knew how to play into a model student in the classroom.

Her perfect attendance record and serious attitude towards learning earned her wide praise and respect from the teachers.

Yvonne’s performance in college completely overturned her high school image.

She was not only an excellent student but also a role model with a strong sense of responsibility and ambition.

Stories of how she transformed from a “problem student” to a “model student” circulated around the campus.

a painting.

After dinner, Yvonne and Benson returned to their bedroom, and Benson’s gaze fell on a The painting depicted a majestic eagle soaring over a vast forest under a sky full of stars. The colors were rich, the details vivid, and the soft light from the lamp created a mesmerizing glow on the canvas.

The room was quiet, with only the gentle light falling on the painting, and the air filled with a faint sense of warmth.

Benson’s mind echoed with his mother–in–law’s descriptions of Yvonne.

The tales of Yvonne’s childhood mischief, her cleverness and wit, made his understanding of her deeper. He looked at the painting as if he could sense Yvonne’s character and inner world through it.

The eagle in the painting symbolized freedom and determination, qualities that matched her personality perfectly.

He had once asked if this painting was her work, but she had denied it.

A painting with such a strong personal style would naturally make one think it was her creation. If not Olivia, why would she deny it?

Yvonne entered the room, seeing Benson still staring at the painting.

Her steps were light, almost silent, her long hair falling gracefully over her shoulders, making her look. particularly charming.

She moved with a certain ease, her posture on the sofa natural and comfortable.

Her eyes were soft and deep, radiating a gentle glow as if everything was under her control.

“I want to talk to you about Olivia and me.”

Benson’s voice was tow and tender, carrying a hint of seriousness.

His voice echoed in the room, like a warm breeze gently brushing against Yvonne’s face.

“Alright” Yvonne nodded, ready to listen carefully.

Back then, my father and I had an accident, as you know. After all, it was your father who saved my dad,

and that’s how we were both safe. But I got hurt in my eyes and became blind.”

Benson’s voice carried a trace of sadness and helplessness, his eyes reflecting a touch of sorrow.

Yvonne’s eyes began to well up with tors

She listened quietly as Benson described his predicament at the time.

Hearing him talk about how a young man with a bright future suddenly lost his sight.

The deep sense of defeat and unbearable pain made her heart ache.

Her hand instinctively gripped the corner of her clothes, a wave of bitterness surging in her chest.

“Because of the chaos in the Taylor family. I had to stay here,” Benson continued.

“At that time, I was extremely irritable, feeling like life had lost all meaning. I even thought, instead of living as a blind person, I might as well starve to death.”

His voice was filled with helplessness and despair.

Yvonne could feel his loneliness and helplessness from that time, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Her fingers trembled slightly, the shared pain making her breathing a bit unsteady.

“At my most desperate moment, there was a little mute girl who wrote me a note, telling me that everything would be okay.”

Benson’s voice softened, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

That smile was like the warm sun in winter, warming Yvonne’s heart.

“She wrote to me, letter by letter, giving me endless comfort and support. We got to know and love each other in that silent world through her words.”

Yvonne listened quietly, a wave of indescribable emotion rising in her heart.

She had thought Benson had long forgotten those past events, but now, hearing him recount them, she realized how deeply he cherished and held onto those memories.

Her heart felt as though it was gently caressed by a warm hand, a deep sense of emotion welling up within her.

Benson slowly walked up to Yvonne, his gaze deep and tender.

“Yvonne, when I couldn’t see, where were you?”