Benson
Benson 119

Chapter 119 Wine and Secrets

Benson stood in front of the spacious living room window, gazing at the city gradually cloaked in nightfall.

As the sky darkened, the city lights flickered on one by one, resembling a painting of distant stars coming to life.

He gently stroked his cherished Patek Philippe watch, his expression complex.

The watch was not just a symbol of time but a burden of unspoken. emotions.

“She didn’t buy it for me, so who did she buy it for?” His mind was in turmoil, his voice carrying a barely noticeable tremor.

After a moment of silence, he forced a smile and turned to his lively, adorable niece, Emma, who was enthusiastically playing with her new toy in the living room.

Benson spoke softly, “Emma, use Grandma’s phone to call your aunt. Tell her we all miss her and ask if she can come over for dinner tonight?”

Emma’s big eyes sparkled mischievously, and she quickly nodded, taking the phone from the table and deftly operating it.

“Sure, Uncle!” Her voice carried the innocence and joy unique to children.

However, another adult in the room, Victoria, showed no signs of pleasure. She stood in the corner of the room, coldly observing everything.

Her tone was laced with undisguised sarcasm, “Now you know to be considerate? Isn’t it a bit late for that?”

Her voice was as cold as it came from the depths of a cellar, piercing the already heavy atmosphere.

Benson sighed helplessly and replied, equally despondent, “Marcus’s sudden trip abroad for Christmas was clearly his doing.”

He turned his gaze to Victoria, his tone more serious, “You know, Yvonne can’t be treated like that. If you’re kind to her, she’ll repay you manifold. Using force will only backfire. She might not show it, but she remembers everything.”

When the call connected, Yvonne was surprised to hear Emma’s voice on the other end. Her voice softened immediately, “Little Emma, why. did you suddenly think of calling your aunt?”

Emma replied sweetly, “Auntie, I miss you. Can you have dinner with us tonight?”

Yvonne’s voice was filled with affection and relief, “Of course, sweetheart.”

After a brief pause, as if hesitating, she asked, “Is your uncle home?”

Emma, lying on the soft sofa with the phone on speaker, heard Benson’s soft instruction, “Tell her I’m not here.”

This little lie seemed to avoid a direct confrontation.

Emma blinked and playfully answered, “Uncle told me to say he’s not home.”

On the other end, Yvonne rolled her eyes, feeling it was time to thaw the coldness of the past few days. She had other matters to discuss with him anyway..

“Alright, I’ll be there soon,” she said, hanging up the phone, planning her next steps.

As night fell, Yvonne’s office lights were still on, the air filled with the

fatigue of the day and the lingering aroma of coffee.

Just then, the door opened softly, and Megan walked in, her emotions a mix of subtle tension and relief.

“Miss Yvonne, the matter you asked me to handle is starting to gain. attention online,” Megan said, her voice brimming with pride. She knew this was just the beginning of their strategy.

Yvonne didn’t immediately react. She sat quietly behind her desk, her gaze deep as if contemplating something far–re

hing.

After a few seconds, she nodded, fully understanding Megan’s words. “Mary’s involvement in other families‘ affairs, although without direct evidence, this kind of public opinion will be enough to influence the * Urban Escape‘ crew’s decisions.”

She paused, her eyes sharp, “Tomorrow morning, continue pushing this issue. Make it a trending topic, create a bigger impact.”

Megan listened, a hint of worry on her face, “What will Mr. Benson think about this?” Her voice trembled slightly, clearly uneasy about it.

Yvonne remained expressionless, her tone calm yet decisive, “I’ll handle Benson.”

After a brief pause, she added, “I have other arrangements tomorrow morning, so I won’t be coming to the office.”

Megan nodded, her admiration for Yvonne’s decisiveness and

courage growing. She then quietly left the office.

Yvonne took a deep breath and started organizing the cluttered files on her desk, preparing to end the day’s work.

Meanwhile, in an old house, little Emma put down the phone, her words bringing an unusual lightness to Benson’s mood.

Despite buying the watch for Yvonne, her thoughtful actions made

him feel it was all worth it.

Emma looked at Benson, asking innocently, “Uncle Benson, did your dress up so nicely to see Auntie Yvonne?”

From the corner of the room, Arthur also glanced over with a playful smile, “You look just like a TV star, a real peacock.”

Benson shrugged confidently, “You’re just jealous of my style.”

Preparations for dinner slowly unfolded at the Taylor house.

The sound of a car pulling up outside caught Benson’s attention, and he eagerly put down what he was doing, walking quickly to the door.

Outside, Yvonne stepped out of an elegant car, her gaze quickly scanning Benson’s attire like a scanner.

Today, Benson had chosen a grey bespoke Zegna suit, a high–neck long–sleeve knit underneath, presenting an air of calm elegance.

His features looked exceptionally handsome under the dim porch light.

Yvonne raised an eyebrow, a ripple of curiosity stirring within her. “Do you have plans to go out?” she asked tentatively, her voice lingering

between them.

Benson smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of focus and tenderness towards her, “No, I have no other plans today.”

Yvonne softly said, “Oh,” her mind seemingly processing something. Her gaze lingered on Benson for a moment before slowly shifting.

away.

Transferring her attention elsewhere, the scene softened the slightly awkward conversation into one filled with warmth and sincerity.

At the dinner table, Victoria asked with concern, “Yvonne, how’s your mother doing?”

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Yvonne nodded slightly, her voice gentle, “She’s much better. I’m thinking of having her discharged in a few days.”

Her tone carried a hint of relief, though her brow still showed some worry.

Victoria nodded in understanding.

In the evening, Arthur opened a bottle of fine red wine. His wife, being in the breastfeeding period, couldn’t drink, and Benson rarely drank outside social occasions.

Yvonne looked at the red wine on the table, feeling a bit dazed.

She felt uncomfortable kissing Benson while sober, but as they finished the bottle, her mood gradually relaxed.

Benson didn’t stop her, his gaze warm and focused.

He liked this version of Yvonne, soft and sweet, like she exuded a heady fragrance.