Benson

Chapter 251 Unresolved Entanglements

Yvonne stared intently at Benson’s face, the man she once deeply loved, but who now seemed utterly unfamiliar to her.

The soft light from outside filtered through the curtains, casting gentle shadows between them.

hat even

The room was filled with a tense atmosphere the play of light

couldn’t dispel.

Benson’s eyes flickered with a mix of hope and anxiety, clearly wanting her to agree to his request.

However, Yvonne’s gaze remained calm

heart.

and resolute, despite the turmoil in her

She took a deep breath, her voice steady yet tinged with a slight tremor: “I’m

sorry.”

She lowered her head, her thoughts drifting back to the previous night.

Little Emma’s simple yet direct words echoed in her ears, forcing her to reconsider her decision during a sleepless night.

Her relationship with Benson had gone through too much, the sweetness of the past long overshadowed by the weight of reality.

She felt her heart gradually becoming numb, and those cherished memories were no longer enough to sustain her.

“Last night, I didn’t sleep well either.

I thought a lot. Seven years, and all we have left are a few fleeting good memories–not enough to carry us forward, Benson… I want to take better care of myself. If there’s nothing wrong with the agreement, sign it.”

Benson’s gaze grew more determined. He closed his eyes briefly, as if trying to control his emotions.

“There’s something wrong with the agreement.”

A wave of unease washed over Yvonne, her fingers trembling slightly: “What’s wrong with it?”

“If you want to separate everything so clearly, keeping bridges and roads apart,

then let’s settle accounts.”

Benson’s voice was calm and firm, his gaze unwavering as it focused on her

face.

Yvonne felt a growing sense of dread. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table as she struggled to maintain her composure: “What do you mean?”

“The money you’re giving me–it might not be enough.” Benson spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.

Yvonne was stunned, her heart pounding in her chest.

“I’ve given you everything I can. I even gave you 2% of Taylor Group’s shares.”

She tried to push him away, but he stood firm, seemingly resolute in his

decision.

“Benson, you’re doing this on purpose.”

Her voice was filled with anger and frustration. From the old house to now, his every compromise felt like a deliberate test.

He had lulled her into letting down her guard, only to trap her in this predicament.

“You’re determined to get a divorce, but I can’t let you have your way. We’re not divorcing because we don’t love each other–that’s not something I’ll accept.”

Benson’s voice was filled with an undeniable resolve.

His fists clenched tightly, revealing the intense internal struggle he was

enduring.

Yvonne’s eyes welled up with tears as she took a deep breath: “But I don’t love. you anymore. I think I deserve someone better.”

“Someone better–who is that?”

Benson tightened his grip around her waist, his voice filled with pain and

confusion.

His years of persistence and searching had kept him going through disappointment.

Now, having finally found her, he was devastated by her resolve to leave.

He looked at her with a pleading gaze: “After the divorce, are you planning to go to Marcus? Or to Jeremy? Are they… better?”

Yvonne’s anger flared, and she shoved him hard, her hands pounding on his chest.

“Benson, don’t be crazy! You always do this–you never give me what I want!”

“If you want a divorce, Yvonne… would you just hand over what you love to someone else?”

Benson’s voice was low but strong. He looked at the tears in her eyes and gently kissed her forehead.

Then, slowly, he kissed her face, trying to ease her pain through these gestures.

Yvonne tried to pull away, but he tenderly followed her, kissing her cheek.

Her heart began to soften under his affectionate kisses, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

“Don’t cry,” Benson whispered, his lips brushing away her tears, his voice a mix of pleading and comfort.

“Before Olivia returned, didn’t you say that as long as I brought her back, you, could do whatever you wanted?”

Yvonne’s tears flowed even more freely, her voice filled with anger and helplessness: “Is threatening me all you know how to do, Benson?”

“I’m not threatening you–do you stand by what you said?” Benson’s voice was firm and urgent. He didn’t want to give up; he couldn’t bear to let her go.

Yvonne fell silent, her attitude turning increasingly passive as she stood there, stiff and avoiding his gaze.

“Yvonne, can you love me again?”

Benson’s voice was filled with desperation and longing as he gently caressed her face.

“No, no!”

Yvonne’s heart was flooded with despair and rage. She finally understood why

Benson had given Maria time off.

He never intended to go through with the divorce–every action he took was meant to keep her by his side.

Benson’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his long, slender fingers traced her face.

“So, this is what you look like,” he said with a pleased smile.

“Benson, don’t talk like that–it’s disgusting, isn’t it?” Yvonne said as he leaned in close, leaving her no room to escape.

He kissed her lips softly, treating her like something fragile and precious.

Yvonne’s tears began to fall again. “Don’t do this…”

“You like it…” he murmured before kissing her even more deeply.

Memories of the past overwhelmed her. Benson was using their history to his advantage.

“Yvonne, all the care you wanted…I’ll give it to you.”

He wouldn’t allow her to escape, wouldn’t allow her to hide..

The morning sunlight was bright and warm, flooding the room through the uncovered floor–to–ceiling windows.

Benson shamelessly made her sit on the coffee table.

Unlike before, he was now trying to please her, to worship her.

It was as if he were trying to make up for the past. Their clothes lay discarded. in the living room.

Benson carried her back to the bedroom. He was incredibly gentle yet passionate, asking for her again and again.

Again and again, he whispered the name he had once called out.

Yvonne felt lost, unable to distinguish between dream and reality.

Finally, he let her go.

Propping his head on his hand, he looked down at her, gently brushing the hair from her face, a smile in his eyes.

Yvonne tried to push him away, to hit him. He simply took it, watching her

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hands turn red, “Does it hurt, hmm?”

Yvonne was furious, throwing her arms around his neck and biting his shoulder hard.

Benson didn’t get angry, didn’t retaliate, letting her do as she pleased. Blood welled up on his shoulder. “Feel better? Want to bite again?”

Yvonne broke down in tears.

He couldn’t do this–he couldn’t use the past against her, knowing exactly how to disarm her, leaving her defenseless.

His fingers traced her cheek.

“Yvonne, I really can’t get a divorce. Now that I’ve found you, how could I let a mistake like that lead to a divorce?”

“Benson, I’m telling you, if I say I don’t like you, then I don’t like you anymore. If I say I don’t love you, then I don’t love you anymore. If you keep clinging to me like this, I’ll make your life a living hell!”

“That’s okay. I put up with Mary for so many years just to find you. Now that my sweetheart is by my side, I don’t mind if you treat me badly… I’d be more than happy to endure it!”