Benson

Chapter 41 The Truth Under the Headlights.

He didn’t kiss her, nor did he speak to her.

The surrounding darkness was like a heavy curtain, tightly wrapping them, leaving only the monotonous sound of raindrops hitting the car wows, as if nature was telling a story of unspeakable loneliness

Yvonne’s heart sank with the sound of the rain. She had waited for so long for his arrival, yet his silence and indifference made her feel an unprecedented grievance.

In this pitch–black silence, Yvonne’s sobs were especially clear. Her crying was soft and powerless, like an injured kitten seeking comfort

This sound echoed in the darkness, like a light feather gently sweeping across the man’s heart, stirring ripples.

In the darkness, the man’s expression was hard to discern. His face showed restrained and unpleasant emotions, as if he was suppressing some feelings with great effort

His silence was like a wall, ruthlessly blocking Yvonne’s expectations and desires.

Finally, Yvonne felt her body regain freedom. She eagerly rushed towards the man, tightly hugging his neck, her voice filled with urgency and unease, “Marcus, why won’t you kiss me? Don’t you like me anymore?”

Her voice was full of confusion and fear. She was afraid of losing his love and feared that all of this was just her wishful thinking.

In the darkness, the man’s response was almocking laugh, like a cold blade piercing Yvonne’s heart.

However, she didn’t retreat. Instead, she bravely kissed him. Her kiss was passionate and determined, as if trying to prove her existence and love through this gesture.

In the deep darkness, a silhouette was faintly visible, its outline blurred by the night.

His voice was low and hoarse, like the mournful cry of the night wind through dry branches, carrying an undeniable finality.

He slowly spoke, each word like a heavy hammer striking the silent night sky. “This is what you asked for.”

When Marcus drove up, the night was deep, and the rain was pouring, as if the entire world. was covered by a curtain of water.

He dialed William’s number, and the call connected, but William remained silent.

Marcus stood in the torrential rain, water dripping from his hair. His eyes flashed with at hint of helplessness and mockery.

He looked at the scene before him, a wave of complex emotions rising in his heart.

His voice was especially clear against the sound of the rain, each word carrying an indescribable emotion, “Your surprise for me is watching people get close on a rainy night?

“Marcus, is your car an antique ?” William’s voice was heavy in the rain, his sigh mingling with the sound of raindrops on the car window, his eyes filled with a helplessness, as if questioning this sudden change.

When he informed Marcus, Paul was already speeding towards Marcus’s house, but Benson’s appearance acted as an invisible barrier, slowing Marcus’s arrival

Marcus was always a step behind. His lateness seemed to be the norm, making people wonder what he was so busy with

William’s words carried a hint of mockery.

“You don’t understand, I’m a good man now. Yvonne recommended many professional books to me. I was at home reading, just finished taking notes.”

Marcus’s voice carried a hint of pride, his tone firm and strong, as if announcing his transformation to the world.

William was silent. He lightly pressed his lips together, as if trying to find the right words, but in the end, he chose to remain silent.

His eyes revealed a trace of confusion and helplessness, as if pondering how to respond to Marcus’s proud declaration.

He didn’t want to say anything, perhaps because he felt that words were unnecessary at

this moment.

The arrangement of fate is always full of mystery and unpredictability, like a master director meticulously arranging each character’s entrance and exit.

Sometimes, the order of people’s appearances is important. A little earlier or a little later can become a life–changing opportunity.

These opportunities often come without warning and leave quietly.

We try to use logic and reason to interpret these opportunities, but find they often go beyond our understanding.

The connections between people are sometimes like an invisible net, tightly linking us together, yet making it impossible to grasp their patterns.

In the face of such opportunities, we can only sigh that the encounters between people are truly a wonderful journey without any logic to follow.

“Marcus, go see who’s in the car?” William’s voice carried a hint of determination. He wanted to help Marcus end this entanglement before it went too deep, so he could

withdraw early and perhaps suffer less pain.

Marcus hesitated, “Should I really go see?” His voice carried uncertainty. From a distance he looked at the brand–new car, which seemed familiar.

“Isn’t that the new car you just got a few days ago?” Marcus was confused, “Isn’t the

woman in the car yours?”

William sighed, holding back, “Yes, could you help me check out that man? Consider it a favor for a buddy.”

“Sure,” Marcus agreed readily.

George turned back from the passenger seat to look at William, his eyes filled with hesitation and concern, “Isn’t this a bit too harsh?” he asked softly, his voice revealing sympathy for Marcus.

“Harsh? You don’t understand your boss. William responded calmly, his tone carrying cold assessment, as if all this was within his expectations

He knew that for Marcus, retreating in the face of difficulties might be the best choice, allowing him to end his pain early, and Yvonne to suffer less

Yvonne’s thoughts gradually cleared up amid the sudden changes. Her heartbeat quickened, and tension surged like a tide.

Until a beam of headlights pierced through the rain, illuminating her vision, making her

even more nervous.

In the bright light, a tall man with an umbrella slowly got out of the car.

He wore casual pants and a black down jacket. The black umbrella hid his face, giving mysterious and oppressive feeling

As he got closer, Yvonne’s heartbeat became more intense

Finally, under the headlights, she saw his face. It was Marcus! Her feelings instantly became complicated, with both surprise and panic. She hurriedly turned back, only to meet Benson’s blood–red eyes. His appearance looked particularly stern under the light

“Why is it you?” Yvonne’s voice was filled with surprise and confusion.

Benson’s jawline tightened, his voice carrying a hint of provocation, “It’s me, disappointed? His words were like a sharp knife, piercing Yvonne’s heart.

Yvonne swallowed, her emotions complex and hard to describe

At this moment, Marcus had reached the car, standing in the rain. He knocked on the car window, his voice especially clear in the rainy night