Chapter 377

"Why is your face so red? What were you thinking?" Bennett asked with interest, his gaze flicking down to the hand she had pressed against his chest.

"I wasn't thinking anything," Yvonne said, pushing him away and practically jumping out of the car in her haste.

Bennett chuckled and shook his head, then opened his own door and stepped out with his long legs.

"Do you want me to walk you up?" he asked, standing by the car.

"I can go up by myself. The security in this complex is pretty good," Yvonne replied, standing at the entrance to the building. Her beautiful, fox-like eyes sparkled as if reflecting tiny stars.

"Now that I'm gone, you can answer your phone. It's rung so many times, it might be something urgent," she added.

Although Bennett had silenced his phone, the screen had lit up repeatedly, and Yvonne had noticed.

Hearing this, Bennett took his phone out of his jacket pocket. The screen lit up again, showing more than a dozen missed calls.

He raised an eyebrow in resignation. "I just broke up with Yolanda, and now my mom is calling to interrogate me."

"You... you broke up with Yolanda?" Yvonne's feelings were complicated.

"If I didn't, you'd be labeled a homewrecker. I couldn't bear to let you be wronged like that," Bennett said with a gentle smile. His usually cool, dark eyes were incredibly tender when he looked at Yvonne.

Yvonne, however, felt a heavy weight in her chest, as if something was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

She had never wanted to interfere in Bennett's current life, but in the end, she had disrupted his peace.

She was even more afraid of the dramatic trope of the first love versus the one that got away playing out in real life. If he chose the first love, he wouldn't be able to forget the other. If he chose the other, he'd still long for his first love.

It wasn't that Yvonne didn't trust Bennett; she just didn't want to test human nature.

If that was the case, it would be better to let their story remain in its most beautiful, past moment.

"Bennett, maybe I shouldn't have come back? If I'm causing trouble for your you..." Yvonne said, looking, down Before she could finish

Bennett pulled her into a tight embrace.

He held her so tightly, as if clutching a rediscovered treasure he was desperate to merge into his very bones.

"Don't overthink it. Yolanda and I were never what you think," Bennett whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot.

"Vonnie, having you back with me feels like a dream. If this is just a dream, then I wish to never wake up."

Yvonne buried her face in his chest, her tears uncontrollably soaking his shirt.

Bennett instinctively lowered his head to kiss her when a pair of blinding headlights suddenly shone on them from behind.

Yvonne instinctively pulled away

from his embrace, squinting into the

light. She saw Sandra's car parked right next to

still runninnett's the engine

running.

In the driver's seat, Sandra looked mortified.

The lighting in the complex was dim, and Sandra hadn't seen anyone standing at the entrance, so she had just driven straight up.

With both Yvonne and Bennett staring at her, Sandra had no choice but to bite the bullet and get out of the car.

"Mr. Bennett Thompson, Yvonne," Sandra said with an awkward smile, greeting them both.

Bennett's expression was calm and cool, showing no sign of being caught off guard. "You two talk. I'll be heading out."

With that, he reached out and affectionately ruffled Yvonne's hair.

Yvonne's cheeks flushed slightly as she watched him stride down the steps. Then, the black

velme

Mercedes-Benz slowly started and

drove out of sight Contencions