Benson

Chapter 252 Obsession

Yvonne felt a deep heaviness in her heart as she listened to Benson’s words, an inexplicable sense of melancholy washing over her.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the chaotic emotions swirling inside her.

Slowly, she pulled the blanket over her head, wanting to shut him out, to avoid facing the reality that had troubled her for so long.

Benson watched her silent form, his mind filled with a thousand thoughts, but he chose to give her space for now.

He didn’t push her further, understanding that she needed time to process the sudden turn of events.

No matter what, he had made up his mind–he wasn’t going to let the happen easily.-

divorce

He stood up, gently picking up the clothes that had been scattered in the living room and tossed them into the laundry basket.

Those clothes seemed to symbolize the fragments of their past, scattered but not completely gone.

The divorce papers, however, were tossed into the trash without hesitation, as if he were discarding a chapter he no longer wished to revisit.

Benson then walked into the kitchen, knowing Yvonne was feeling down. He decided to use his actions to ease the tense atmosphere.

Although he wasn’t as skilled in cooking as Maria, he had lived abroad for years and was quite capable of taking care of himself.

He prepared a meal that was simple yet comforting. With an apron on, he worked on the ingredients, his thoughts constantly drifting to Yvonne upstairs. During their time living together, he had gradually learned her preferences, so he chose dishes he knew she liked.

The kitchen filled with the gentle aroma of cooking, and soon, two carefully prepared dishes and a pot of rich, fragrant soup were ready

Once everything was set, Benson quietly carried the dishes upstairs. He reached the bedside, finding Yvonne curled up under the covers, looking exhausted and withdrawn.

He leaned down, his voice gentle and patient: “Have some lunch before you sleep, okay?”

Yvonne heard his voice but didn’t have the energy to respond. She didn’t want to open her eyes and face the reality that was causing her so much distress.

She remained silently curled up, hoping to escape from it all.

“Please, just eat something first, alright?” Benson’s voice remained soft, tinged with a hint of pleading.

In the past, Yvonne might have been moved by his gentle tone, perhaps even felt a bit of sweetness in it. But now, all she felt was a growing irritation.

Her pent–up emotions finally erupted, and her tone was harsh and impatient: “I don’t want to eat, just leave me alone.”

Benson sighed softly and sat on the edge of the bed, continuing to persuade her: “Haven’t you thought it through?”

He gently pulled back the corner of the blanket, looking at her pale face, and repeated in a soft voice, “I didn’t want to divorce because I was sure I chose. you. And now, I’m still choosing you, so I won’t give up. If I know I’m wrong, I should correct it, not keep making mistakes until we end like this.”

Yvonne felt a sharp pain in her chest as if her heart was being squeezed. She covered her ears, not wanting to hear another word from him.

She abruptly sat up, determined to stop agonizing over it, and decided to go downstairs to eat. She knew that no matter how much she struggled inside, she wouldn’t let herself go hungry over something like this.

Benson silently followed her downstairs, helping her with the food. Every movement he made was careful, as if handling something fragile.

His gentleness filled Yvonne with mixed emotions.

She couldn’t help but speak up: “Benson, you’re only being so attentive now because of the past, aren’t you? If I weren’t the one you were looking for, you wouldn’t be this nice to me–at least not this gentle.”

Benson was silent for a moment before admitting, “I don’t deny that the past plays a part, Yvonne. The other day, when you asked if I loved you, I couldn’t answer because I was afraid to face my own heart. It’s because I love you that I couldn’t look back and see how I treated you in our marriage. Now that I’ve finally come to terms with my feelings, I have to do something about it.”

Yvonne felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly, pain and helplessness intertwining. She looked at Benson, her voice filled with despair: “So what you want to do is force me to love you again? To make me love you?”

Benson remained silent, simply looking at her with a steady gaze. He didn’t speak, nor did he deny it.

His eyes were deep and resolute, as if he had already decided on this path with no intention of turning back.

A wave of powerlessness surged within Yvonne. She felt as though no what she did, she couldn’t break through this invisible wall.

Matter

She let out a cold laugh, trying to vent the suffocating feeling: “Don’t force me to hate you.”

Benson’s gaze flickered slightly, but he didn’t look away. He spoke in a low voice: “Actually, I’m more afraid of your indifference than your hatred.”

This admission left Yvonne momentarily stunned, rendering her speechless. She had never imagined that Benson feared her indifference more than her hatred. His honesty only made her emotions more conflicted.

Time passed slowly and heavily. Throughout the weekend, neither of them left the house.

Yvonne felt as if she were trapped in an invisible cage, every move she made watched over by Benson’s careful attention.

Yet this care didn’t bring her the warmth she once longed for; instead, it suffocated her.

With Maria not around, Benson had taken on almost all the household chores.

Every morning, he would get up early to make her breakfast, and lunch and dinner were prepared with equal care.

Despite this, Yvonne wasn’t happy at all.

She felt that this so–called care was more like a chain, binding her in a way she couldn’t escape

On Monday morning, Yvonne got ready to go to work.

As she descended the stairs, she saw Benson emerging from the kitchen, holding a plate of freshly made breakfast,

He wore a faint smile, as if everything were perfectly normal.

“I took the liberty of requesting time off for you,” Benson suddenly said, his tone calm. “A week’s leave, and I took time off too.”

Yvonne’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What do you mean? Benson, are you planning to keep me under house arrest?”

Benson smiled slightly, taking off his apron and casually draping it over a chair.

“You agree not to divorce, and then you can go to work,” he replied, his tone. firm and unyielding.

Yvonne paused for a moment, and then a surge of anger rushed to her head.

“Fine, very well.” She nodded with a cold smile, her eyes flashing with resolve.

She threw her bag onto the sofa and stormed toward the kitchen.

Standing by the dining table, she looked at the carefully prepared breakfast, unable to suppress the fury boiling inside her.

She violently smashed the plates and bowls onto the floor, sending breakfast scattering across the tiles, the soup spilling everywhere.

The sound of breaking china echoed sharply in the quiet room.

Benson remained where he was, silently watching her outburst.

He neither intervened nor showed any anger, as if everything had gone just as

he expected.

Panting heavily, Yvonne stood in the middle of the dining room, her hair disheveled from anger.

Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she held them back, refusing to let them fall.

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“Benson, do you think I’m a child? That I’ll forgive you just because you’re being so attentive now, offering emotional support I never asked for? I won’t! I’ve already said I want to take better care of myself. I believe I deserve something better. Even if I don’t have it, I can still live well on my own!”

Benson said nothing, only silently bending down to clean up the broken dishes and scattered food.

His movements were slow and careful, as if handling something precious.

Watching him quietly clear the remnants from the floor, Yvonne felt the fire of her anger gradually being replaced by a deep, overwhelming fatigue.

She collapsed onto the sofa, gently rubbing her forehead as a headache began

to set in.

She finally realized that the man before her was no longer the one she had once loved.