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Chapter 126 Emotional Springs

The elevator’s slight vibration accompanied by a series of smooth ascending sounds came to a sudden halt high in the city’s skyline.

The door at the top floor opened instantly, revealing a spacious and bright hall before Benson.

Donald was standing at the entrance to his office.

At that moment, Donald was dressed in an exquisite dark blue suit, smiling with a worldly–wise and sharp look.

Seeing Benson step out of the elevator, he first laughed heartily.

Then, in a slightly teasing tone, he said, “Looks like you didn’t have a smooth day today.”

Benson raised an eyebrow, a hint of contempt curling his lips.

Facing Donald’s teasing, he didn’t get angry.

Instead, he responded wittily, “Didn’t you say that people aren’t stone- hearted, and it’s inevitable to be moved?”

“Oh, so you admit you were moved?”

Though Donald kept a relaxed smile, his words revealed a desire to delve deeper.

He waved his hand, signaling Benson to sit on the soft sofa in the

guest area.

Benson walked over and elegantly sat on the sofa nearby, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the bustling and charming cityscape outside the window.

However, thoughts of his beautiful and ambitious wife surfaced in his

mind.

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She was not only attractive on the outside, but her inner richness and ambition set her apart from the shallow rich girls he had met in the

past.

Her beautiful and interesting soul always captivated him, making his heart involuntarily be moved by her.

These thoughts softened Benson’s expressi dreaminess.

adding a touch of

Donald noticed Benson’s change and became curious.

“Since we’re on this topic, who is the one in your heart?”

Donald asked deeply, his eyes shining with expectation for an answer.

Benson’s gaze paused on Donald’s question for a moment, the complex emotions flashing like lightning through the clouds.

Ephemeral, but enough for any keen observer to sense the turbulent

emotions within.

His voice trembled slightly, “Find her first…” His words contained helplessness, resignation, and a certain degree of self–consolation

Clearly, for the person who had already changed their heart, deep down, he didn’t want to force too much.

However, when mentioning her, his tone became firm.

As if telling himself and Donald, even though love had changed, the life–saving grace and the shared youthful years remained etched in his heart, not easily forgotten.

Mr. Donald laughed, his laughter mixed with a bit of sarcasm and mockery.

“Such a choice, no regrets? Your beautiful wife doesn’t seem to fall for your tricks.”

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Though joking, it also revealed his admiration for Benson’s persistence and courage in love.

Benson shook his head helplessly lightly resting his fingers on his forehead, smiling bitterly, his expression full of indescribable irony. and helplessness.

“Isn’t it? She doesn’t fall for coaxing. If you give her some attitude, she’ll have an even bigger one.”

His tone became relaxed, as if recalling the days they spent together, even quarrels became fond memories.

“Like a spring, the harder you press, the more it bounces back.”

He mimicked the action of a spring, his gestures lively, making the -whole scene humorous.

In this light yet slightly sorrowful atmosphere, Donald watched

Benson.

When mentioning Yvonne, Benson’s eyebrows involuntarily arched, his eyes filled with fondness and pride.

It was a deep, marrow–penetrating affection, a profound love that words could hardly describe.

Donald silently admired in his heart, no matter how the world. changes, the sincerity and purity of his feelings remain.

After the casual chat, Mr. Donald asked if his visit was about the

endorsement.

“No, you know best about the endorsement, I won’t intervene. If you. could do me a favor, I wouldn’t mind either.”

Benson’s tone carried a hint of probing and expectation.

Donald understood, “You want me to make things difficult for Yvonne, huh?”

Benson smiled, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness.

*Not exactly, she can’t always scheme against me. Do I not need to save face? As a return, I’ll sponsor the jewelry design competition. you’re organizing.”

Donald nodded, a flash of appreciation in his eyes, “Chasing a girl shouldn’t always be about making things difficult, Benson.”

Benson chuckled softly, a glint of determination in his eyes, “I know, don’t worry.”

Yvonne sat in the car, pondering over what Mary had sau in a rush.

Her mind kept replaying Mary’s words, trying to find some clues.

Half an hour later, Benson came out and got into her car.

Benson got into the car, frowning, “This car is too small, can’t stretch my legs.”

His words carried a hint of disdain and criticism.

Yvonne glanced at him, responding coldly,

cars or

“You don’t have to sit. Unlike you, we don’t have fancy flashy

women.”

Her voice was tinged with sarcasm and dissatisfaction.

The Taylor family was low–key, Benson’s father Charles drove an old Lincoln, and she didn’t care much about cars either, used to it… Instead, Benson drove a flashy Bentley worth millions.

Her gaze flashed with disgust, comparing their lifestyles.

Benson gently pinched the back of her slender neck, his tone filled. with helplessness and fondness, “Did you eat a bullet?”

Yvonne shrank her neck, avoiding his hand, “Get to the point.” Her voice was cold and decisive, rejecting any contact from him.

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“First, take you to eat.” Benson’s tone was non–negotiable.

She exhaled, tilted her head to look at him, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, “I don’t eat. What do you want to say?”

“Yvonne, if I were you, I’d obediently go eat. That limited edition Patek Philippe watch in the small circle, bought by a mysterious person,

was it you behind it?”

Benson’s eyes flashed with cunning, testing her reaction.

Yvonne glared at him, her eyes filled with confusion and anger, “What do you want now?” Her voice carried vigilance and unease.

A few days ago, he was still proud, thinking she was considerate, wanting to give him a watch.

Since seeing her so resolute about not wanting to get pregnant, he knew he had overthought.”

That watch wasn’t meant for him.

Seeing some news about the watch online, he guessed it was for promoting Bella.

His wife was skilled in marketing, good at creating buzz and attracting attention.

“Are we going to eat?” he asked with a smile, his gaze gentle yet carrying a hint of threat.

“Fine, so Mr. Benson, what do you want to eat?” Her voice carried mockery and disdain, seemingly challenging his patience.

“Whatever you want to eat is fine.” Benson’s tone was filled with fondness and helplessness, as if accommodating her every whim.

Such sweet words.

Yvonne didn’t really want to dine with him, but he was extremely

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smart.

What she wanted to do seemed like child’s play in front of him, which frustrated her.

Her lack of ability to match him made her some she decided to get back at him in small ways.

Yvonne decided to go for Mexican chili con carne.

at discouraged, so

She knew Benson had stomach issues and didn’t like such heavy flavors.

Her gaze flashed with cunning and pride, anticipating Benson’s reaction.

Seeing the Mexican chili con carne, Benson frowned slightly, “You… did it on purpose?” His voice carried helplessness and reproach.

Whether at the Taylor house or when he came back before, the meals she prepared were always delicious and stomach–friendly.