Benson
Benson 98

Chapter 98 Waiting in the Rainy Night

After receiving Andrew’s photo, Benson thought for a moment and then sent it to someone else.

When he got the photo, Benson was having dinner with a business partner. The atmosphere at the table. was lively, with senior executives laughing and toasting. In the midst of this, the photo Andrew sent caught Benson’s eye.

In the photo, Yvonne was still wearing that black coat, her hair falling in the fine rain. Due to the lighting, her hair seemed to shimmer, like it was coated in pearls, reflecting a faint glow.

Despite this, the sense of defeat and occasional fragility on her face was still visible, evoking a sense of pity..

Benson stared at Yvonne’s face in the photo, feeling a tightening in his chest. Her desolate and disappointed look from yesterday resurfaced in his mind. That expression of despair and loss made today’s wine taste even more bitter.

He frowned, put down his wine glass, and said to his partners, “Sorry, I have something important to attend to. I’ll drink three glasses as an apology and leave now. See you at the company tomorrow.” He picked up the glass and drank three shots in one go, the fiery liquid burning his throat.

The place was not far from the hotel. As Benson got out of the car, he saw Yvonne standing at the hotel entrance waiting for a ride. She wasn’t using an umbrella, just standing in the curtain of rain, the droplets lightly hitting her shoulders and hair, forming a thin mist over her.

Yvonne had wanted to message Marcus since yesterday to check on him. But she was caught in a dilemma; whether to send it or not, she hesitated, worried about disturbing him or facing rejection.

A shadow suddenly fell over her. Thinking it was Megan coming back with an umbrella, she didn’t look up and said, “Give me the umbrella, you go rest. I’ll handle this.” Her voice carried a hint of fatigue and helplessness.

Although Elijah did not collaborate with Caesar, he introduced another brand representative to Yvonne) She planned to

no over and see if she could replace a new opportunity for cooperation.

“Megan” did not respond. Yvonne turned around and saw Benson’s handsome and stern face instead. His deep gaze made it impossible to read his thoughts.

“You…” She swallowed her words, realizing her question was unnecessary.

Benson Taylor wasn’t just an investor in the film industry; he owned a film company. He was a top

investor, hitting numerous hot projects. Companies hired him at high rates for consulting services, with impressive results, turning losses into profits.

So, his presence here didn’t surprise her.

“Such a beautiful person living so roughly, not even bringing an umbrella,” Benson said, his tone a mix of reprimand and affection.

Yvonne looked at him coolly, saying nothing, her eyes showing coldness and detachment.

“Where to? I’ll drive you,” Benson asked, his voice gentle.

Just then, the car she had called arrived. “No need, my ride’s here.” Yvonne replied without hesitation, turning and walking towards the car without looking back, just like that day.

Benson stood there with the umbrella, watching the car leave, feeling a wave of helplessness and heartache. He knew his wife was still angry.

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Yvonne went to meet with the head of a fragrance brand, and the conversation went well. Although

lacking top luxury brands, transitioning Caesar wouldn’t be easy, she was determined to try. If one agreed, others would follow.

It was ten at night when Yvonne returned to the hotel, feeling utterly exhausted. The lobby lights were warm and soft but seemed particularly harsh to her.

Dragging her tired body into the lobby, she felt even more drained seeing the person sitting on the sofa. It was Benson, and he seemed to have been waiting for her.

Benson stood up and silently followed her, his steps light yet carrying an undeniable presence. They entered the elevator, the small space making the air feel heavy.

Feeling exhausted, Yvonne leaned against the elevator wall, closing her eyes, trying to ignore his presence, but her heart involuntarily beat faster.

The dim, soft light of the elevator cast shadows on Benson’s handsome face, outlining his chiseled features. He watched Yvonne, his gaze complex and deep.

His fingers gently touched her shoulder, starting to massage, trying to be conciliatory. The pressure was just right, bringing a touch of warmth and comfort, easing the soreness in her shoulders.

“Want to sleep with me?” he asked softly, his voice carrying a hint of expectation and uncertainty.

Yvonne turned to look at him coldly, “Do you think that’s possible?” Her voice was gentle but full of rejection and caution.

Benson nodded knowingly, a wry smile on his lips, “Probably not, so I moved my luggage to your room.” His tone was teasing yet resigned.

Yvonne had no words, shaking her head in resignation. She was too tired to argue with him and just wanted to rest. The elevator doors opened slowly, and she walked out without acknowledging him, hearing his footsteps following closely behind.

Back in her room, Yvonne ignored Benson and went straight to the bathroom. The hot water washed over her body, as if trying to cleanse away the day’s fatigue and troubles. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment of peace, but her heart remained restless.

Benson’s presence was like a thorn, deeply embedded in her heart, impossible to ignore.

When she came out, Benson was sitting on the sofa reading. Seeing her, he patted the seat beside him, ” Come here, I’ll give you a massage.” His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of concern.

“Mr. Benson, did that slap yesterday hurt?” Yvonne asked coldly, a bit dissatisfied. Given the situation, why pretend?

Benson’s patience was thin. His smile disappeared instantly. He got up, pulled her to the sofa, and started massaging her shoulders.

His strength was great, but his touch surprisingly gentle, his fingers kneading her muscles, gradually relieving her fatigue.

Yvonne closed her eyes helplessly, silently enjoying this moment of peace. She knew she couldn’t win against him and stopped resisting.

The sofa’s soft texture was comfortable. Her body gradually relaxed, her tired nerves slowly calming down.

After a while, he asked softly, “Does it feel good?”

Yvonne murmured a soft “Hmm,” her voice tired. Her feelings were mixed, filled with both resistance and

Chapter 98 Waiting in the Rainy Night

a slight sense of gratitude for his tenderness.

“There’s something even more comfortable, want to try?” His voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of temptation.

…….. Chapter 99 Nighttrie Confultation