Benson

Chapter 43 The Crossroads of Emotions

“Why?” Marcus’s voice was filled with disbelief, as if his heart had been struck.

“You’re joking, right?” He tried to disguise his anxiety with a casual tone, but his eyes betrayed his worry.

He smiled, then reached out to gently touch Yvonne’s hand, trying to close the distance between them.

“Yvonne, take back what you just said, please? I can’t stand not seeing you. Without you, I’d go crazy!”

His voice was full of pleading; he couldn’t imagine life without Yvonne.

Yvonne’s throat felt tight and sore. Her heart felt like it was being gripped tightly. She wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself.

“Marcus, not long ago, I…” Her words stopped abruptly. She couldn’t continue. The painful memories surged up, making it hard for her to breathe.

She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t pretend nothing had happened.

Even though it was due to drugs and not her will, her heart was struggling, unsure how to face it all.

“I know, but so what? It’s not your fault. You don’t need to feel guilty or feel like you owe me anything. I haven’t even won you over yet,” Marcus’s voice was gentle and firm. He tried to comfort Yvonne in his own way.

“As long as you’re here, talking to me, my heart is at ease. When I couldn’t find you, I was terrified.” His words revealed his deep feelings and worry for Yvonne.

Yvonne’s eyes reddened, and tears began to fall again.

Her heart trembled, feeling Marcus’s care and love, making it even harder to let go.

Marcus gently wiped away her tears, “Don’t cry, okay? Your face is swollen. The tears are salty and hurt.” His touch was gentle and meticulous, as if handling a fragile treasure.

Yvonne laughed through her tears, feeling a warmth in her heart despite her tears. Marcus’s care and love brought her a bit of comfort.

She knew that no matter what the future held, at least at this moment, she wasn’t alone. “If this is the reason you won’t see me, what should I do?” Marcus’s voice carried a hint of helplessness and anxiety.

He sat by the hospital bed, his eyes on the IV bag, watching the clear liquid drip down, silently marking the passage of time.

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Yvonne laughed and cried at the same time, feeling complex and contradictory

The more sincere and genuine Marcus was, the more she felt she couldn’t give him what

he deserve

She had been wrong from the beginning. At the club, chatting with Marcus and exchanging. contact details was partly to test Benson’s feelings.

But he had no interest in her, and her heart had grown cold. She should have accepted Marcus’s pursuit after her divorce, when she was single, and none of this would have happened

“Marcus. I’m sorry Yvonne’s voice was led with apology. She knew she couldn’t keep making the same mistake

Having the chance to tell Marcus in person was better than one day letting him see it better to have a short period of pain than a long one

Marcus looked into Yvonne’s eyes, deep blue and full of wisdom.

She wasn’t his usual type, so how did she manage to plant herself in his heart? His heart was full of confusion and reluctance

Yvonne, my feelings “Will they make you unhappy?

Marcus’s voice camed worry. He remembered a time he called Yvonne, and the call never went through

This time, it connected, but he didnt speak Marcus didn’t want to think about it, but he was a seasoned player in the dating game

om was a sty person, so beautiful and charming, yet a bit serious, never flirting with anyone. Her eyes always locked at people with clear honesty.

So, she couldn’t bear the “humiliation”

“Tonight, was it him?” Marcus’s volce carried a slight tremble, his eyes filled with doubt and disbelief.

He gazed at Yvonne, trying to find answers in her expression hut Yvonne avoided his gaze, looking evasive.

Yvonne didn’t look at Marcus. Her head lowered slightly, as if trying to avoid something.

She nodded lightly, her voice low and weak, as if each word took great effort: “He is my husband,”

Her words carried a sense of helplessness and heaviness, almost swallowed by the night wind, but clear to Marcus.

“After the divorce, we can be together, no matter how long it takes. Five years, ten years, I’ll wait.” Marcus’s voice was firm and persistent.

He was willing to wait for Yvonne, willing to do anything for their future.

Promises had once been heavy and fragile words for Yvonne.

After experiencing Benson’s betrayal and coldness, her trust in promises had shattered, like broken glass, impossible to piece back together.

However, at this moment, facing Marcus’s sincere and determined eyes, she felt an unprecedented sense of peace and trust.

She couldn’t help but hug him lightly, wanting to convey her gratitude and reliance through this gesture.

Marcus, worried she might pull on the IV, leaned in cautiously, his movements gentle and careful, afraid to cause her any discomfort.

Yvonne’s hand rested on his back, feeling his rain–soaked clothes, which made her nose tingle, her heart warmed.

“Marcus, meeting you is a blessing,” her voice trembled, a mix of emotion and gratitude.

Marcus bent slightly, allowing her to hug him, his heart filled with contradictions and struggles.

He wanted to hold her tightly but feared that once he did, he wouldn’t want to let go.

He took a deep breath and said seriously, “Yvonne, I promise you, I won’t see you again.” “Goodbye, my princess of rouge.”