Benson

Chapter 247 Love from the Past

Yvonne’s love for Benson was the most passionate emotion of her youth.

She remembered countless nights when she poured out her deep feelings for Benson to her father.

Her father would always smile and encourage her, saying, “The Taylor family may be of high status, but Yvonne, you are more than worthy. I’ll save up a dowry for you, enough to make you proud.”

Her brother, Sol, was also involved, promising to save enough to make Benson feel like he was marrying up.

Their support and care filled her with confidence, making her believe that a bright future was within her grasp.

However, fate played a cruel trick on her.

Her father and brother were taken from her, leaving behind only an empty home and a void that could never be filled.

And Benson, the man who had once promised to

stay by her side, vanished during her darkest times

The connection between them seemed to have been washed away by the river of time.

Although she knew in her heart that he had loved her back then, just as she had loved him.

Her heart became incredibly fragile during that period, as she faced endless loneliness and despair.

She often found herself late at night, touching objects that once held warmth, recalling the moments she shared with Benson.

Those sweet memories had now become wounds in

her heart.

During the most difficult times, she pondered every day why Benson had left.

Why wasn’t he there when she needed him the most?

Even though she once harbored resentment towards Benson, after her father’s and brother’s affairs were

settled.

Victoria still asked her about her wishes.

Her heart had already become hollow, and her hopes for the future had gradually blurred.

Victoria’s question made her realize that her heart had completely given up after Benson’s departure.

She understood that romantic feelings between a man and a woman, even if unspoken, might

naturally fade with time.

She tried to forget him by keeping busy, hoping that time would heal all wounds.

However, despite her efforts to stay occupied, two full years had passed, and she still couldn’t forget him.

She would lie awake at night, recalling those warm moments, remembering how he held her, kissed her temple, and whispered softly in her ear.

Those memories always brought waves of heartache and frustration, as if the promises he once made were nothing but empty lies.

Two years later, the Taylor Group acquired Eurasia Film, and her father–in–law, Charles, found her again.

She had just returned to the country after graduating abroad, and on the day she arrived at the Taylor Group headquarters, she had a brief encounter with Benson, who was working in rotation at the

company

That summer afternoon, sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows, and she stood in the crowd, her gaze naturally drawn to him.

Through the bustling crowd, she caught a glimpse of Benson’s overly refined profile.

His pale skin, slightly upturned eyes–he looked cold and aloof, yet in that crowd, he was particularly striking and captivating.

Her heart began to race uncontrollably, as if time had suddenly transported her back to the past.

Her past hopes and disappointments, her love and pain, all surged back to her at that moment.

She tried to stay calm, but the turmoil in her heart was impossible to conceal.

Looking at Benson’s familiar yet distant face, she felt a complex mix of emotions.

She wanted to get close to him again, yet she feared being hurt once more.

This man, who had once played such an important role in her life, now stirred up waves of emotion

within her with his mere presence,

The summer sun blazed down on everyone standing outside the Taylor Group headquarters.

The scorching weather filled the air with heat waves, while Benson stood at the entrance of the company, helping to hand out gifts to clients.

His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, each droplet glistening in the sunlight.

They trickled down his well–defined jawline, slowly sliding along his Adam’s apple and disappearing into the collar of his T–shirt.

This scene, framed by light and shadow, was

particularly seductive, causing passersby to steal. glances at him.

Yvonne stood on the edge of the crowd, her eyes fixed on Benson, and the ache of longing in her heart reached its peak.

She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her

composure, but the storm inside her was hard to control.

She resolutely told Victoria that she wanted only Benson, regardless of whether he still had feelings

for her, she was willing to give everything for him.

Her confidence masked the pain in her heart, but she knew that souls like theirs were bound to be drawn to each other.

Even though he had once clearly stated that he had feelings for someone else, and all she had was that marriage certificate, which seemed to mean nothing.

But her passion didn’t wane because of these harsh realities.

She was willing to try everything, even learning how to cook for him.

She was willing to iron his clothes, even acting like a clown at times, trying to catch his attention.

Yet he seemed never to truly notice her efforts and passion, never once turning back to look at her.

When she saw Benson walking away, the disappointment and helplessness in her heart deepened.

She never had the chance to show herself, nor the chance to truly capture his attention.

Tears uncontrollably rolled down her cheeks

Yvonne recounted these memories, the sadness overwhelming her

Little Emma, seeing how upset Yvonne was, quietly pulled out a tissue.

Gently, she helped wipe away Yvonne’s tears, her small figure slightly clumsy but her care silent and profound.

Yvonne forced a smile and turned to Emma, “Do you think I really, really love him?”

Her voice carried a smile, but it was laden with deep

sorrow.

Emma nodded seriously, “Yes, Aunt Yvonne.”

“I think he might really love me too,” Yvonne gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, recalling the times at the club.

She remembered how Benson was always surrounded by beautiful women, yet his reserved behavior made her feel that he was restraining himself for her. Back then, her heart was full of happiness.

“But somehow, we just aren’t happy together anymore.”

Her voice grew soft and filled with resignation.

Once, they nourished each other, their relationship brimming with warmth and support, but now that beauty seemed to have been destroyed by reality.

Emma didn’t say anything, just gently patted

Yvonne’s back, as if trying to comfort her in her own small way.

Yvonne’s eyes grew moist, her emotions fully exposed at that moment.

“You see, when I’m sad, you always know to pat me and wipe my tears. But your uncle… he’s never done that for me. He always wants to argue–does

winning an argument bring wealth?”

Emma’s eyes grew firm, and she tightly held Yvonne’s hand, whispering, “Then don’t like him anymore. He really doesn’t deserve you.”