Chapter 419

Bennett was tall with long legs, and his strides were large. Yvonne had to jog to keep up with him.

"Bennett, slow down! If you keep this up, I'm going to get angry... Oof!" Before Yvonne could finish, Bennett suddenly stopped short.

Caught off guard, Yvonne slammed right into his hard chest, her forehead and nose aching from the impact.

She wondered what this man was made of; he was solid muscle everywhere.

"Ow, ow, ow!" Yvonne clutched her forehead, looking up at him with a mix of displeasure and pitiable accusation in her eyes.

"Let me see." Bennett gently took her chin in his hand and saw that a red mark had indeed formed on her forehead. Against her pale skin, the redness was particularly noticeable.

"Be more careful next time," Bennett said, letting go.

"It's your fault for stopping so suddenly," Yvonne grumbled, rubbing her forehead.

The words had barely left her mouth when Bennett's arm wrapped around her slender waist. With a slight pull, he brought her crashing against his chest again, their bodies pressed tightly together.

She could clearly feel the strong, steady beat of his heart against her.

"Feeling bold, are we? Daring to go on a blind date. Tell me, how should I punish you this time?” Bennett's fingers stroked her chin.

In both her past life and this one, Bennett had been the perfect lover, his only flaw being his immense jealousy.

"It wasn't a blind date, I was tricked into..." Yvonne began to explain helplessly, but before she could finish, Bennett lowered his head to kiss her.

But she instinctively turned her head away.

His cool lips only brushed her cheek.

"We're in public, Bennett. Don't kiss me here," Yvonne protested, her hands pressed against his chest.

Although they were in an empty corridor, it wasn't far from the banquet hall. People were coming and going, and they could easily be seen.

The arm around her waist loosened slightly. Bennett raised an eyebrow. "Fine. We'll continue this at home."

He started to lead her away, but his phone buzzed at an inconvenient moment.

Bennett glanced at the caller ID and frowned.

He hesitated for a moment before answering.

The caller ID said Emma, but the voice on the other end was Frank's.

"Your mother isn't feeling well. Get your ass back here right now You little brât if you've upset your mother to the point of making her sick, I'll deal with you myself."

Bennett hung up, his calm eyes darkening a few shades.

“I have something to take care of. I'll have the driver take you home first," Bennett said to Yvonne.

He had publicly dragged her out of the banquet, so there was no way she could go báck in. The

option was to have the driver take her home.

Yvonne didn't ask any questions, simply nodding obediently. She had always trusted Bennett unconditionally.

Yvonne followed the Thompson family's driver out of the villa, only to unexpectedly run into Thomas at the entrance.

Thomas' eyes lit up when he saw Yvonne, and he hurried over.

"Yvonne, about my mother earlier... I'm so sorry." Thomas apologized sincerely on Lydia's behalf.

Yvonne smiled, replying

nonchalantly, "You're making it

sound too serious. Mrs. Taylor just misunderstood. I've already cleared things up with het we're just ordinary friends."

Hearing this, the light in Thomas' face clearly dimmed.

"Yvonne, I don't want to be just ordinary friends with you..."