Benson

Chapter 54 An Unreachable Shadow

Benson’s heartbeat quickened as his gaze locked onto Yvonne’s enticing lips, unable to resist the urge to draw closer.

Yvonne, however, rolled her eyes dramatically, her face full of disdain. “Are you seriously. sick or something?”

Her voice carried evident disgust, yet even in her anger, her beauty remained captivating, making it hard for anyone to resist.

Benson felt a strange impulse; the more she resisted, the more he wanted to conquer.

Benson’s body became an unyielding barrier, easily trapping Yvonne in the small space of

the driver’s seat..

Her back pressed against the cold car door, making her appear particularly vulnerable.

She pushed against Benson’s advancing face with her hand, her voice trembling slightly.” Don’t come any closer, you’re dirty.” Her eyes showed defiance, but Benson didn’t seem to

care.

Yvonne was anxious; she had to get to the office and couldn’t waste time here.

“You used to dress up nicely and parade in front of me, just to make me kiss you, right?” Benson’s voice was low, with a hint of teasing.

So, he had noticed before but had no interest and just pretended not to see.

A complex emotion surged in Yvonne’s heart, an unspeakable sadness.

“That was in the past. I don’t want that anymore.” Yvonne’s voice was firm as she tried to

build a verbal barrier.

Benson disliked being rejected, but he was in a good mood today, so he let it slide.

He forcefully grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, pressing his solid body. against hers.

Yvonne’s breath hitched, her eyes wide with discontent.

“I really want to…” Benson’s breath brushed against her lips, his eyes gleaming with desire.

He thought Yvonne cared about him and Mary and, gazing into her eyes, he added, “Used cutlery can be washed and reused.”

This was something Yvonne had said to Matthew in the industrial park, but hearing it from Benson in this context, she found it shameless.

Just as Benson’s lips were about to touch hers, Yvonne turned her head away and coldly said, “You’re the used cutlery now!” Her voice dripped with disgust.

if not for those two accidents she and Benson might have already divorced

This kind of intimacy and flirting was something Yvonne disliked.

No matter how good Benson’s mood was, Yvonne’s constant coldness dampened it.

He released her and sat in the passenger seat of her car, stretching his long legs out in front of him, silent. His face was cold, clearly displeased.

Yvonne glanced at his frosty expression, knowing he was upset.

But whether he was happy or not had nothing to do with her now,

have to get to the office.” Yvonne’s voice was calm and firm, like declaring the end of a relationship

Her clear dismissal brought a smile to Benson’s lips.

He looked at Yvonne, a mix of admiration and helplessness in his eyes.

His wife always managed to stir others‘ emotions while remaining detached herself, as if nothing could touch her.

-This ability was truly remarkable.

Benson got out of the car, and Matthew, watching from the side, felt embarrassed for him.

Matthew rubbed his nose, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. “Marcus’s scans are) out. Are you still concerned about him?”

Mentioning Marcus, Benson sighed.

Benson recalled the scene of Marcus being beaten, each punch causing him immense

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When Marcus left, his leg was still injured, making Benson even more worried about his

recovery.

So, he decided to retum, consult the doctor about the scans, and get some medication, hoping to do something for Marcus.

As he prepared to leave the hospital, Mary appeared in the lobby, fully “disguised.”

Her arrival immediately drew attention. She wore a tailored designer coat, high heels, and carried an exquisite handbag, exuding an extraordinary aura.

However, she wore large sunglasses, a mask covering most of her face, and a low–key hat, making her look both mysterious and out of place, like a celebrity avoiding recognition.

Matthew frowned, his gaze sweeping over Mary, feeling a sense of unease.

He knew the relationship between Mary and Benson was complicated, but her sudden appearance, especially when Benson was injured, seemed inappropriate.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come?” Benson’s voice was cold and low, his eyes showing

displeasure. He looked at Mary, his brow furrowed, clearly unhappy with her presence.

“I heard you were hurt…” Mary’s voice was filled with concern, her eyes fixed on Benson, especially his injured lip, a hint of distress in her eyes.

Benson had always been seen as cold and noble, his image flawless. When had he ever looked this disheveled?

And all of this was for Yvonne, making Mary feel even more uneasy.

“Are you a doctor?” Benson’s tone was sarcastic, his gaze indifferent, ignoring the concern on Mary’s face.

His eyes were filled with displeasure at her unsolicited visit; he didn’t need her sympathy or interference.

Benson said nothing more, walking away, but after a few steps, he turned back and approached Mary.

Mary’s mood brightened, thinking Benson had reconsidered. “What’s wrong?” she asked hopefully.

“You have so much free time. Why aren’t you filming at Asiana Films?” Benson’s words were like a cold shower, dousing Mary’s hope.

She knew Benson was mocking her, implying she should be doing her job instead of bothering him.

Mary, feeling wronged, said she understood, her voice choked with emotion.

Watching Benson’s cold back, she felt extremely sad.

She didn’t understand why Benson was always so indifferent to her, why their relationship had become so complicated.

Actually, Mary had been there earlier, secretly observing Benson’s every move.

She had seen Benson get into Yvonne’s car, and at that moment, she noticed a gentleness in Benson’s eyes that she had never seen before.

In Benson’s eyes, Yvonne seemed to be his only gentle harbor, and this emotional revelation shocked and hurt Mary.

For years, Mary had silently watched Benson, knowing he had someone unreachable in his heart, a shadow lingering in his mind.

And Yvonne, once just a passerby in his life, someone he didn’t care about.

But somehow, Benson’s gaze began to linger on Yvonne, his heart starting to beat for her.