Benson

Chapter 34 Deception

Yvonne’s instinct told her that the best choice at this moment was to escape.

Her heart raced as she involuntarily stepped back, but Benson was quicker. He grabb wrist and pulled her, pressing her down on the cold coffee table.

Yvonne felt intense pain and humiliation, her body trembling uncontrollably as tears streamed down her face. She couldn’t understand why Benson was treating her like why he had to humiliate her in such a way.

Her heart felt as if it were being slashed by a sharp blade, pain and despair intertwi

Benson slammed the phone down on the coffee table, making a loud, dull sound.

Yvonne felt a wave of helplessness. She didn’t want to owe Benson anything, but she k she couldn’t escape this entanglement.

Her nose tingled, and tears glistened in her eyes, but she bit her lip, refusing to make a sound.

Benson looked at Yvonne lying half on the coffee table, her hair disheveled, her eyes fil with helplessness and confusion. For a moment, he felt a pang of regret.

But that feeling quickly vanished, replaced by another emotion. He thought Yvonne w like a seductive enchantress, making him unable to control himself.

He breathed into Yvonne’s ear, his voice carrying a hint of mockery. “Is this willingly? Hc is this different from deception?”

After speaking, Benson left Yvonne, picked up a robe thrown aside, and prepared to leav Yvonne closed her eyes, feeling a deep sense of despair. Benson’s behavior was like tha of a cold, indifferent customer.

She had nowhere to hide and could only curl up on the ground, hugging herself, her voice trembling as she couldn’t help but ask, “Why?”

Benson paused, turning his head to stare at Yvonne’s pale face. After a moment, his voice was cold and hard as iron. “Why? You know better than anyone!”

Yvonne smiled bitterly. She really shouldn’t have asked.

Benson resented her for tainting him and wanted revenge.

She was truly foolish. He had just brought her food, “put up” with staying at her house, and said a few sweet words, and she had forgotten what he once said: “Yvonne, you want to play, I’ll play with you.”

Seeing her lost in thought while squatting there, Benson felt annoyed. He grabbed a blanket from the sofa and threw it over her before turning and

Yvonne clutched the thin blanket tightly, her body still trembling, her heart as cold as a frozen lake, finding no warmth.

Benson stood alone by the roadside in the night, the ember of his cigarette flickering in the darkness.

His mood was as cold and restless as the night wind.

Tonight, he had drunk some alcohol. The alcohol flowed through his veins but did not calm the anger within him.

In thirty years, he had never been so undignified as to tear a woman’s dignity to shreds, and Yvonne became the first unfortunate one.

When he left home, Yvonne was still squatting on the ground, her figure appearing so fragile and broken.

A complex emotion surged within Benson, but it was quickly replaced by anger and frustration.

He didn’t understand why he had become so cruel, perhaps becaus tried to please him or cater to his every need.

Yvonne no longer

This change made him uneasy, even fearful. He didn’t want to accept such a reality. While Benson was lost in his thoughts, George’s car slowly stopped in front of him. George was Benson’s driver. He knew Benson’s temper and understood that tonight, Benson was even more unapproachable than usual.

As soon as George parked the car, Benson’s cold gaze fell on him, his tone filled with obvious displeasure. “Did you crawl here?

George felt a pang of anxiety. He knew Benson was angry but didn’t understand what he had done wrong.

It had only taken him ten minutes to get here from Benson’s home, which was already very fast.

George didn’t dare say much. He knew that any explanation at this time could only add fuel to the fire.

He silently opened the car door for Benson to get in.

As the car slowly drove away, George cautiously asked, “To the old house or the hotel?” But the car was silent.

Looking through the rearview mirror, George saw Benson holding a ring, lost in thought.

“Does that person really exist?” Benson’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Didn’t she exist?

Then, many nights, who was he holding, kissing?

Even if it was just his dream, who was the person tightly embracing him, lying in his arms?

How could the person he once had not exist?

1 believe in het just as she is waiting for me,” Benson said, his voice filled with conviction.

Hearing this George felt a pang of sorrow for him.

Any clue related to that person, no matter the distance, no matter what he was doing. Benson would tirelessly go to verify it himself.

“But it’s been five years. What if she was lost in that fire? George asked cautiously.

“She wasn’t,” Benson interrupted, tightly clutching the ring in his palm, his gaze falling outside the window for a long time.

“George, I started to forget her scent three years ago. If she doesn’t appear soon, what will

I do?”

George glanced at him again and sighed. Previously, the couple had been separated with no intimate relationship.

Now… they often interacted, and Yvonne was so beautiful.

It would be hard for the boss not to be moved, wouldn’t it? Too hard!

Yvonne tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

Scenes from last night replayed in her mind, Benson’s coldness and mockery cutting her heart like a sharp knife.

The next morning, when she woke from a restless sleep, she found her eyes swollen like two walnuts, marks left by tears and pain.

She picked up her phone and checked carefully, realizing that the so–called call record from last night didn’t exist. Benson had just been trying to scare her.

But Yvonne knew that if she didn’t act, Benson wouldn’t hesitate to let Marcus hear those

unbearable words.

So, she decided to get the brooch and end things with Marcus.

She had ultimately let down Marcus’s genuine feelings.

When Yvonne went downstairs, the servant had already prepared breakfast.

The servant asked with concern, “Ma’am, you’re back. Does the room need cleaning?”

There had been quite a commotion in the living room yesterday, and although the servant hadn’t come out, she had guessed what had happened.

Seeing Yvonne and Benson’s cold war over the past three years, the servant was cautious about asking about the status of their relationship.

“Clean it.” Yvonne responded calmly. She knew Benson had never truly regarded her as his wife, she would never be allowed to live in the master bedroom.

Just then, Yvonne received a call from Bella.

On the other end, Bella exploded like fireworks, cursing Benson, “Not getting divorced? That bastard went to Mary’s again. What does he mean?”

Given the mess last night, it was understandable that Benson had gone to find his mistress. Bella had returned to Las Vegas, and Yvonne had asked her to help move.

Bella was even more furious, “Aren’t you disgusted by him?”

Yvonne felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She knew that no matter how disgusting, she had to endure it.

If she didn’t comply with Benson, he had many ways to force her. So, instead of resisting, it was better to cooperate and reduce her suffering.

It also allowed Benson to feel the satisfaction of revenge. Perhaps he would soon tire of her.

However, when Yvonne met Marcus, his words shocked her: “Yvonne, that bastard agreed to break up with you.”