Benson
Benson 93

Chapter 93 From the Police Station to the Breakfast Table

Yvonne sent Megan off to take care of some things and stayed with Marcus for breakfast. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the dining table, while the aroma of breakfast filled the air. Marcus looked at the food on the table, lost in thought. Yvonne sat quietly across from him, watching his every move with concern in her eyes

“Yvonne, the breakfast at your company is really good.” Marcus said, his mouth full of bread, a hint of surprise and satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Yvonne simply smiled and nodded, not saying a word. She watched him silently, her gaze soft and steady Marcus felt her eyes on him and looked up, meeting her clear eyes, and felt a warmth in his heart.

He put down his utensils, sighed, and said, “From now on, I’ll use my brain before I act.”

Hearing this, Yvonne furrowed her brows slightly but quickly relaxed. She knew Marcus felt quilty, but blaming him now was pointless. So she gently said, “Just eat your breakfast.”

Marcus nodded and continued eating Yvonne watched him, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She knew that this man, always so strong and confident in front of her, now seemed so vulnerable and helpless.

She sighed softly, pulling her thoughts back, deciding not to dwell on it for now.

A few minutes later, Megan walked in carrying shopping bags. She looked relaxed and smiled at Marcus, saying. “After breakfast, I’ll take you for a shower.”

Marcus was taken aback, his face showing a hint of embarrassment and confusion. “A…shower?”

Seeing Marcus’s ears turning red, Yvonne couldn’t help but gently place a hand on her forehead, thinking to herself, is this really the same playboy who used to effortlessly charm every woman?

Megan chuckled softly and explained, “Mr. Marcus, you just got out of the police station. A shower will wash away the bad luck.”

Marcus cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure, and finished his breakfast. Yvonne, watching his efforts, felt a pang of sympathy but knew this was the best arrangement for him.

After breakfast, Yvonne went to her office and brought the audio and video recordings from the club to Megan. Megan took the materials with a surprised look. “Miss Yvonne, this…”

Yvonne smiled slightly and said, “Give it to George. She knew these materials were crucial for Benson, and she didn’t want to owe him.

Megan felt a bit uncomfortable but nodded. She understood Yvonne’s decision and the importance of this matter. She quickly left to replace George.

George received the audio and video from Megan and felt a heavy weight in his heart. He knew what these materials meant.

Benson was preparing for a trip when he noticed George’s expression. Moved by an unknown impulse, he opened the videos.

The videos showed everything, from the polite conversation at the dining table to Yvanne being carried and thrown onto the sofa by Anthony. He watched as Yvonne took the ashtray from the coffee table, heard Anthony on the phone saying, “Do you still want to film her face?” and saw Yvonne being slapped and falling onto the dining table.

Benson’s heart tightened, his eyes growing increasingly heavy as he watched Yvonne’s desperate and

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clumsy resistance. An indescribable emotion surged within him as his heartbeat quickened, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

In the final minutes of the video, Benson watched with bated breath. Seeing Yvonne struggling desperately and eventually escaping filled him with pain and guilt.

“Where is Yvonne? Benson’s voice was hoarse, as if suppressed emotions had finally broken free.

George hesitated before tentatively replying. “Now going to replace Madam, the plane might…” He trailed off, feeling the chill from Benson’s gaze.

Benson’s cold stare was like a blade, silencing George. George took a deep breath and focused on driving. Benson stared out the window, his mind in turmoil.

The streetlights flashed by, illuminating his stern profile but not dispelling the confusion and pain in his heart.

The car finally stopped at a club. Benson lowered the window slowly, his gaze locking onto Yvonne inside the lobby. She sat on the sofa, her expression calm, her head lowered as she read a book.

Her serene demeanor moved Benson. Yvonne always seemed so at peace, as if the world’s chaos couldn’t disturb her inner tranquility.

Marcus walked out from the left, looked around, and then headed towards Yvonne. He circled around her, trying to catch her attention. Yvonne looked up slightly, her clear eyes bright and smiling faintly.

She looked at Marcus, relaxed and untroubled. This starkly contrasted with her tension and unease in front of Benson.

Marcus was dressed from head to toe in new clothes. A black turtleneck, matching suit, and a brown overcoat made him look sharp and sophisticated. His confident and composed demeanor showed he had dressed up for Yvonne.

Benson couldn’t help but frown. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he saw that Yvonne was relaxed and happy around Marcus. Her smile was so natural, so genuine, unlike the forced and concealed smiles she gave him.

Marcus liked her, changed for her, and was willing to protect her. Benson couldn’t ignore this. In contrast, he had never truly cared about her feelings, even after experiencing her body.

Had she been scared at the time? Had she felt hopeless? Benson had never asked these questions, so he didn’t know how dangerous it had been or how she had escaped.

Reflecting on the past, Benson felt regret and self–blame. He knew he had been terribly wrong. He lowered his head, fingers unconsciously rubbing his knee, feeling torn by inner conflict and pain.

He suddenly realized that his love for Yvonne was perhaps deeper than he had imagined.

Marcus stood before Yvonne, smiling and saying something to her. She smiled back, their interaction natural and intimate, like a close couple. Benson’s heart ached, the sense of loss almost suffocating him.

“How happy is she really?” Benson asked himself. This happiness was something he had never given her and could no longer provide. He knew he had lost too much, perhaps irretrievably.

The car’s atmosphere was silent and heavy, filled only with Benson’s breathing and heartbeat. He watched Yvonne’s figure, his heart full of complex emotions: guilt, regret, and a hint of unwillingness.