Benson
Benson 99

Chapter 99 Nighttime Confrontation

“No,” Yvonne rejected firmly, swatting away his hand.

Yvonne’s refusal was without hesitation, her tone resolute. The soft lighting created a warm and intimate atmosphere in the room, but the oppressive mood made it hard to breathe.

She gently pushed away Benson’s slightly cold hand. He had tried to pull her in with a tender grip, but she resolutely kept him at arm’s length.

Benson was wearing a loose gray sweater, looking casual and comfortable. His figure was reflected in the living room’s floor–to–ceiling windows, with the quiet night outside occasionally dotted with distant lights..

His hands rested on the back of the sofa, his body slightly leaning forward, his gaze fixed on Yvonne’s indifferent silhouette, his eyes carrying a hint of amusement and mischief.

His face was lightly outlined by the dim light, his lips curled into an enigmatic smile. The room was filled with an oppressive yet tender atmosphere.

After a long while, Benson spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and steady, “What are you thinking? Do you really think I’m such a brute? I said if you don’t agree, I won’t touch you, I keep my word. His words were gentle, yet each one seemed meticulously chosen, showcasing his restraint while conveying an undeniable resolve.

Yvonne felt a pang of awkwardness, but she didn’t accept his explanation. She simply pursed her lips and turned away, her voice low and firm, “I’m going to sleep. You can sleep on the sofa.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she got up to go to the bedroom. However, the moment she stepped forward, Benson swiftly and deftly grabbed her wrist.

His touch was gentle yet firm, like a silent confession, carrying an unyielding force.

“I’m just trying to make you comfortable,” Benson’s voice was soft, yet his words contained a determined

intent.

Yvonne’s eyes grew complex. She knew he was trying to make up for yesterday’s misunderstanding, but she wasn’t appreciative. She replied flatly and coldly, “I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to sleep.” Benson’s smile remained, but his tone turned resolute, “If you don’t go, I can carry you.” His voice was. gentle, yet it sounded like an undeniable command, a mix of coaxing and force.

Yvonne took a deep breath, her eyes turning cold. “Benson, I admit I can’t fight you, but don’t think you can control my life.” Her voice was clear and firm, expressing her inner dissatisfaction and defiance.

He wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted, and Yvonne eventually had to give in. She sighed in resignation and followed him out.

She expected Benson to arrange something romantic or embarrassing, but to her surprise, he had booked a full–body spa session for her.

The room was lit with soft, warm light, easy to relax in. The diffuser emitted a light orange blossom scent, calming her nerves.

Yvonne undressed reluctantly and lay down on the soft bed, feeling like it could swallow all her unpleasant memories.

The sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting dappled shadows, adding a touch of loneliness to the cozy room. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of irony, thinking that Benson, adept at arranging such

settings, must have done this many times for Mary.

When Benson entered the spacious massage room, he was momentarily stunned by the scene.

The masseuse’s hands moved lightly on Yvonne’s back, spreading the fragrant oll from her shoulders to her slim waist, leaving a shiny trail on her fair skin. The blanket was perfectly positioned to cover her lower body, exposing only her alluring waist.

Benson sat quietly on the sofa, his eyes drawn to her, following the movements of the masseuse’s hands. Yvonne’s occasional soft sighs of pleasure reached his ears, “The pressure is just right. A bit harder, please.”

Her voice, so soft and familiar, stirred complex emotions within him.

In those years, Yvonne often spoke to him in the same tone. Each call of his name was as gentle as the spring sun, warm yet firm.

Whether it was the joyful moment when they received their marriage certificate, her excitedly calling out,” Benson, we’re married!” filled with immense happiness and expectation, or in their daily life.

She would softly remind him, “Benson, today’s fish is very fresh. With the rainy season coming, you should dress warmly.” Or when she carefully chose shirts for him, “Benson, I’ve got you a new custom shirt. Do you like it?”

Back then, he found these tender moments tiresome, even annoying. But now, these memories were an indelible imprint in his heart.

Benson’s gaze turned complex and deep as he looked at Yvonne’s elegant profile, her skin glistening with oil. The memories unfolded in his mind, becoming clearer and harder to erase.

People are truly contradictory and fickle creatures. Benson sighed, feeling a rare sense of nostalgia and unresolved emotions, unusually clear and precious in that moment.

He lowered his gaze. She hadn’t called his name since his return. The masseuse spoke to her again, but she didn’t respond. The massage on her waist and legs was gentle, and Yvonne hadn’t woken up.

The masseuse packed up and left, leaving Yvonne still asleep on the bed. Her hair was casually tied up. showing half her face, her lips slightly parted, looking gentle and docile.

Benson walked over, gently brushing his finger against her nose. She frowned but didn’t open her eyes. He leaned in closer and whispered, “Yvonne, wake up.”

She slowly opened her eyes, her vision gradually focusing. When she saw him, she looked slightly dazed. Her voice carried a hint of laziness, “What are you doing?”

Benson straightened up, a smile playing on his lips, “I was thinking, you look really cute like this.”

Yvonne turned over, trying to remain composed despite being undressed under the blanket. “Can you hand me my clothes?”

Benson noticed the laziness in her voice, his gaze softening. He kindly brought her clothes over to the bed. “Feeling better?”

“Yes,” Yvonne replied softly, feeling much more relaxed. She carefully clutched the blanket, trying to maintain her modesty.

“You think I haven’t seen it all before?” Benson leaned in slightly, his eyes playful and affectionate.

Yvonne, still waking up, had a hint of sleepiness on her face, her bare skin glowing. The small mole on her nose tip was particularly charming under the light.

She looked like a little kitten just waking up, endearingly soft and lovable.

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“Move aside, I need to get dressed,” she said softly, her voice tinged with unease and shyness.

“Don’t dress yet,” Benson said quietly, his gaze filled with a restrained desire. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her, making her heart race.

When Yvonne looked up, his lips were already descending towards hers.

After holding back for hours, the suppressed flame rekindled easily. She felt the warmth of his lips, carrying an intense emotion.

After a few seconds of surprise, Yvonne reacted and started to pull away from his kiss.