Benson
Benson 135

Chapter 135 Work and Love

Yvonne shot him a cold glance. “This is how I discuss work. If you don’t like it, don’t look.”

With that, she turned to leave, but Benson seemed unaffected by her clear rejection.

He suddenly threw away his cigarette, as if trying to dispel the frustration in his heart with this action.

He then forcefully opened the car door and, using his irresistible strength, grabbed Yvonne as she tried to leave.

At that moment, his eyes burned with a desire to control everything, but his voice unexpectedly carried a hint of anger.

“Did I say you could leave?”

Yvonne’s reply was firm and resolute, “My legs are mine to use. If I want to go, I’ll go.”

She tried to break free from Benson’s grip, but his hand was like an iron clamp, holding her tightly no matter how much she struggled.

In the end, Yvonne was forcibly shoved into the car by Benson. As the door closed, the tense atmosphere between them became even more pronounced.

The silence inside the car was suffocating. Benson’s fingers were white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.

It felt like a heavy weight was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

All the displeasure seemed to stem from the unexpected scene he had witnessed–Yvonne being so intimate with another man.

Though he tried to suppress his jealousy and anger, seeing Yvonne’s slightly embarrassed expression when she slipped had triggered his sensitive nerves.

He wanted to say something, but ultimately chose silence, not wanting to say hurtful words at such a

moment.

Yvonne, on the other hand, seemed indifferent to Benson’s silence. She took out her phone and made a call.

Through the lonely phone screen, she informed Hannah that she wouldn’t be coming home tonight, citing the snowy and slippery roads as the reason.

On the other end, Hannah’s voice was full of motherly love and concern, even showing a special fondness for Benson’s name.

“What about Benson?” Hannah asked, with a hint of curiosity and worry.

Yvonne’s brows furrowed slightly. She always felt uncomfortable with how familiar Hannah was with Benson, making her uneasy.

“I’m not coming back either, and please don’t call him Benson,” Yvonne replied softly.

Hannah seemed unaware of Yvonne’s discomfort and was more concerned about Benson’s feelings.

“Does Benson not like it? If he doesn’t, I’ll stop calling him that.” Hearing her mother’s words, Benson suddenly broke his silence.

He grabbed the phone and replied warmly, “Mom, I like it very much.”

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was clearly moved by Benson’s change in tone, smiling and chatting with him for a bit before ending the call.

After the call ended, the atmosphere became tense again.

Benson stared at Yvonne, his eyes a mix of curiosity and anger.

“Are you trying to drive a wedge between me and my mother–in–law?” His voice was filled with dissatisfaction and confusion.

Yvonne didn’t care about Benson’s remarks, rolling her eyes in boredom.

She expected Benson to get angry,

But his next words took her by surprise-“Do you have feelings for that man?”

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jealousy and anger in his words made it hard to decipher his emotions.

Yvonne was caught off guard by this sudden accusation, feeling a bit flustered.

She responded somewhat stiffly, “You’re overthinking it.”

Her voice carried a hint of helplessness and frustration, not understanding why she was suddenly in such an awkward and inexplicable situation.

Just as the tension between them was about to reach its peak, George, who had been a silent observer, finally spoke up, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

“Madam, we’re still some distance from Wutong Road, How about we go home? Mr. Benson hasn’t eaten yet.”

George’s words provided Benson with an opportunity to change the subject, temporarily easing the tension between them.

Benson’s mood that night felt like a roller coaster, his emotions fluctuating wildly.

As he followed Yvonne into her home, his feelings were complex.

This building wasn’t unfamiliar to him, yet it always brought him new sensations and discoveries.

The first time he stepped in here, Marcus’s presence had filled the air with a subtle tension.

Now, he was back, feeling inexplicably jealous because of a man he didn’t even know.

Yvonne seemed to have prepared for this. She took out a pair of women’s slippers from the cabinet and placed them at Benson’s feet.

Benson stared at the tiny slippers for a moment, his displeasure evident.

“How am I supposed to wear these? They’re so small!” His voice was filled with complaint.

Yvonne didn’t seem surprised.

She replied coldly, as if she had anticipated this, “Wear them or not, it’s up to you.”

With that, she turned and walked toward the bedroom to change clothes, leaving Benson alone in the hallway with no choice but to put on the slippers.

Despite his reluctance, Benson squeezed his toes into the women’s slippers.

His heels stuck out awkwardly from the back. He hobbled to the living room and found a comfortable sofa to sit on.

Even in this uncomfortable situation, his thoughts wandered far, immersed in the complexities of

discussing the BR project with Andrew.

Meanwhile, Yvonne busied herself in the kitchen–she rolled up her sleeves and began preparing dinner.

The sound of sizzling eggs and meat filled the air as she worked with focused attention.

That diligent figure slowly outlined a famillar and comforting image in Benson’s mind.

He couldn’t help but get lost in this warm scene, feeling some of his complex emotions soothed. When the steaming noodles were brought to the table, Benson couldn’t help but ask softly, “Is

k softly. “Is this fo

me?”

His voice was tinged with expectation and a bit of nervousness.

Yvonne didn’t answer immediately. She paused her actions, her gaze still fixed on her laptop screen, as if hesitating.

But when Benson repeated the question with a near–whiny tone, she finally replied softly, “Yes, it’s for you.” Hearing this, his mood improved significantly. He leaned in, inhaling her scent deeply, feeling a sense of contentment.

The noodles were nutritious and delicious. Benson ate at the kitchen island while Yvonne worked on her laptop across from him.

She was carefully reading the contract from the legal department related to BR

After finishing his meal and washing the dishes, she was still busy.

He frowned, moving behind her and hugging her, gently nibbling her ear.

Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts, frowning slightly. What are you doing?”

“What do you think?” Benson’s voice carried a hint of flirtation.

Yvonne closed her laptop, somewhat helpless, “Benson, can you not act like a needy dog?”

Benson’s face stiffened, a flash of hurt in his eyes, “Yvonne… is that really how you see me? A rotten apple, a cucumber, and now a needy dog?”

He stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at her, appearing somewhat ridiculous. Yvonne couldn’t help but laugh, “Isn’t that what you are? Is there nothing else?”

Benson’s expression turned serious. He stepped closer to Yvonne, pressing her against the island. He leaned in close, his voice low and powerful, “Did you have a good time talking with the client today?”

Yvonne met his gaze, nodding. “Yes, it was quite enjoyable. We share similar values.”

Benson’s eyes turned cold, “So you’re saying we don’t?

“You’re right, I am a needy dog. Especially when it comes to you, I just want to…!”

Benson said, unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers trailing lightly across her waist, trapping her between the island and him.