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Chapter 282: A Surprising Post–Dinner Development

The car door slammed shut with a loud “bang,” breaking the brief silence and successfully igniting a firestorm of anger and defiance within Benson. Usually calm and composed, he now felt a wave of uncontrollable rage swelling inside him.

Almost instinctively, his hands clenched the steering wheel tightly, his

eyes betraying the fury he struggled to contain. He took a deep breath and slowly moved the car into a nearby parking spot, but even after turning off the engine, his hands remained firmly gripping the wheel, a palpable sense of frustration and unease washing over him.

Benson’s movements were hasty as he exited the car, his usual restraint giving way to a sense of urgency. He strode quickly through the entrance of the residential complex, his steps firm and resolute. The dim streetlights cast long shadows as he walked, his figure standing out against the night, filled with a determination that seemed unshakable.

Yvonne, who had just changed out of half her clothes, heard the sound of the door unlocking. She frowned, anger bubbling up inside her. Swiftly adjusting her clothes, she stormed out of the bedroom, her teeth clenched as she glared towards the entrance.

Benson was at the doorway, leisurely changing his shoes, his actions slow and casual, as if completely oblivious to how inappropriate his behavior

was.

Yvonne’s anger flared even higher, her voice laced with barely concealed fury as she snapped, “Benson, this is trespassing.”

Benson, however, seemed entirely unfazed by her anger. He casually tossed his car keys onto the hallway table, his expression calm and indifferent, even slightly disdainful.

“You can call the police on me,” he said, his tone almost taunting. “Make it as big a deal as you want.”

speechless. She knew that with the current positive online sentiment, any public scandal could harm her reputation and the company’s standing. Logic told her not to engage with Benson, but the emotional turmoil he stirred within her made it hard to resist confronting him.

Benson stood there, outwardly calm, but his inner turmoil was palpable. His gaze rested on her face, a mix of quilt and regret flickering in his eyes. He knew his past actions had deeply disappointed her, eroding her faith in their marriage. His feelings for her had always been profound, but it was only after losing her that he realized how deep his love truly was.

Donald’s words echoed in his mind, cutting through him like a sharp blade: “She doesn’t feel loved anymore,” Donald had told him, “and she doesn’t want to wait for you any longer.”

These words only intensified Benson’s guilt. He knew it was his

negligence and coldness that had driven her to feel lonely and forsaken, ultimately leading to her decision to leave. But despite everything, he wasn’t willing to give up.

Yet, there were others stirring the pot, and that was unacceptable to him.

Frustrated that he couldn’t replace a way to remain in her presence, he decided that if he was going to take the blame, he might as well make it

worth it.

Without acknowledging Yvonne’s anger, Benson made his way straight to her kitchen. His steps were steady and confident, as if he had every right to be there. The soft light in the kitchen highlighted his tall, lean figure as he opened the refrigerator, surveying the contents with practiced ease before starting to prepare dinner.

Everything in the fridge was neatly organized–fresh vegetables, neatly stacked meat–evidence of Yvonne’s meticulous nature and high standards for her living environment. Yet, Benson handled it all as if it were completely natural, as if this orderliness belonged to him.

He grabbed some vegetables and meat, his movements smooth and unhurried, as though he were in his own home.

Standing in the living room, Yvonne watched him intrude into her private

The

space, her expression turning stony. She bit her lip, her chest heaving with frustration before she finally spoke up, “Benson, you… you’re being

completely unreasonable.”

Her voice was filled with barely restrained anger and exasperation, but Benson remained focused on washing the vegetables, his actions fluid and seemingly oblivious to her presence.

Yvonne felt her fury rising even higher. She glared at him, then turned and stormed back to her room, slamming the door shut behind her in a futile attempt to block out the persistent irritation he caused.

Lying on her bed, Yvonne stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts racing. What was Benson thinking? What did he hope to achieve by barging into her life like this? She tried to calm herself down, but every deep breath she took seemed to only add to her frustration.

From the kitchen, she could hear the faint sounds of chopping and the smell of food slowly wafting through the apartment. Despite herself, Yvonne’s stomach began to react, but she stubbornly refused to give in, determined to make Benson see how unwelcome his intrusion was.

Finally, dinner was ready. Benson stood at the kitchen doorway and lightly knocked on her bedroom door. “Yvonne, dinner’s ready,” he called softly.

His words were met with silence. Benson didn’t seem discouraged; instead, he smiled faintly and added, “Do I need to come in and get you?”

The door handle turned slightly before the door was yanked open, revealing Yvonne standing in the doorway, her face a storm of anger, like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

She glared at Benson, her voice seething with barely controlled rage, ” What do you want?”

Benson remained unruffled, his gaze steady as he pointed to the dining table. “Dinner.”

Yvonne took a deep breath, clearly struggling to rein in her emotions. She walked over to the table, casting a glance at the meticulously prepared dinner. Though part of her was tempted, she refused to show it.

Chapter 282 A Surprising Post Dinner Development

She sat down at the table, arms crossed, her expression cold and defiant.

Benson said nothing more. He took a seat across from her, occasionally glancing at the reflection of Yvonne in the floor–to–ceiling glass, where she appeared more captivating than ever.

He gently patted the table where the dinner lay, his voice calm and even, Fine, eat. I’ll be going now.”

Yvonne blinked in surprise. She had expected him to continue pushing, not to leave so casually. Her eyes followed his retreating figure, a whirlwind of emotions churning inside her.

Was he really just going to leave like that?

Benson stood, grabbed his coat, and without any further ado, left the apartment.

The door closed softly behind him, and the room fell into silence.

Yvonne sat at the dining table, staring at the meal Benson had carefully prepared. Her emotions were a tangled mess.

At nine o’clock that evening, Yvonne’s phone rang unexpectedly. It was a call from Bella.

She answered, and Bella’s voice was laced with excitement and surprise, Yvonne, did you see Benson’s latest Weibo post?”

Yvonne frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping over her. “No, what’s going on?”

”

Bella chuckled, “He posted two photos. He didn’t add any captions, but the ‘ lovey–dovey‘ vibe is obvious. The internet is going crazy over it.”