Benson

Chapter 253 The Beauty of a Cage

Benson’s restraint was suffocating, yet in other ways, he allowed her freedom.

Apart from not letting her leave the villa, he imposed almost no restrictions on her movements.

He knew all too well that Yvonne had just taken over Eurasia Film, and if his enforced confinement caused any problems with the company, even if he gave his life to her, she would never forgive him.

In matters like these, Benson was always careful; he knew what lines not to

cross.

When Megan came to deliver her laptop and project materials, Yvonne was curled up on a small sofa in the study.

She held herself tightly, her head bowed low, as if that was the only way to ward off the cold and pressure from the outside world.

Her clothes were wrinkled from sitting for too long, her hair slightly disheveled, losing its usual luster and neatness.

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Yet, she seemed oblivious to it, allowing the scattered sunlight to cast dappled shadows on her face, making her appear even more delicate and fragile.

Hearing Megan’s approach, Yvonne slowly lifted her head, her gaze falling on her.

Those clear eyes were now filled with complex emotions, like a lake shrouded in mist, rippling and unfathomable.

Even Megan, as a woman, couldn’t help but acknowledge how stunning her boss was.

It wasn’t just about having a beautiful face.

Her beauty evoked a sense of tenderness and a desire to protect her, to shield her from any further harm.

Megan stood beside her, looking at Yvonne’s slightly disheveled appearance, and felt a wave of reverence.

She realized that after working with this woman for so long, her admiration for

Yvonne had transcended mere physical beauty and had grown into deep

respect.

Yvonne’s approach to work and her achievements had long overshadowed her

looks.

But today, seeing her so vulnerable, Megan had to admit that even in her most helpless moments, Yvonne exuded an irresistible charm.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Megan asked softly, her voice filled with

concern.

Yvonne was momentarily taken aback, as if pulled from her thoughts. She reached up to smooth her hair, trying to gather herself.

“Keep an eye on the work at Caesar Plaza for me,” she replied, her voice hoarse but still firm, with an unmistakable note of authority.

Megan nodded, though she couldn’t help but feel a pang of worry. After a brief hesitation, she asked, “And about Mr. Benson…?”

Yvonne closed her eyes briefly, as if pondering how to respond.

After a moment, she finally spoke, her voice calm but laced with resignation, I’ll handle it myself.”

She knew that this battle was one she had to face alone, even though she hadn’t yet found a good solution.

Megan nodded and quietly left the study.

As Yvonne watched her retreating figure disappear through the doorway, a wave of exhaustion washed over her.

She forced herself to open her laptop, trying to focus on her work.

But her mood was so terrible that all the words on the screen blurred together, meaningless symbols dancing before her eyes.

Frustrated, she closed the laptop, deciding not to torture herself any further.

She stood up and slowly walked downstairs, feeling as though an invisible weight was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

Standing at the entrance of the villa, she looked out at the world beyond. Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the plane trees, casting dannled

shadows on the ground

The villa at No. 6 Wutong Road, situated in the best part of Las Vegas, was still as peaceful and beautiful as ever.

The plane trees lining the road were always picturesque, except during winter when they shed their leaves.

In the distance, the spires of the German–style buildings could be seen, adding a unique charm to this affluent neighborhood.

Benson’s house was in the best location, with an advantageous geographical setting

The spacious yard had once been filled with her hopes and dreams of a life. together with him.

After their marriage, Yvonne had moved in and meticulously arranged the garden, pouring her heart and soul into every corner, filled with hope and anticipation.

She had planted flowers and plants, hoping to spend every spring, summer, autumn, and winter with him in this lively place.

It was spring now, with everything coming back to life, and the magnolias outside the wall were already in bloom.

The pink and white flowers looked especially beautiful in the sunlight, as if celebrating the beauty of spring.

Yet, standing in the once hopeful garden, Yvonne felt her heart had changed.

Looking at the blooming flowers, she was overwhelmed by a mix of emotions.

Once upon a time, she had looked forward to spending countless beautiful moments with Benson in this garden.

But now, this beautiful garden felt like an invisible cage, trapping her with no way out.

Benson quietly approached her from behind, holding a jacket in his hands, which he gently draped over her shoulders.

The weather in Las Vegas was still cold, and she was only wearing a thin layer. of clothing.

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However, Yvonne instinctively pulled the jacket tighter but didn’t turn to look at

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Her heart seemed too deeply wounded by the past to respond to even the slightest kindness from him.

Benson didn’t back off despite her coldness. Instead, he gently wrapped his arms around her from behind

His warm breath brushed against her ear, and he rested his chin on her shoulder, planting a soft kiss on the side of her neck.

His voice was low and tender, yet there was an unyielding firmness in it: “Even if you’re mad at me, you still need to eat, don’t you?”

Yvonne felt his breath against her skin, but her heart remained cold.

She wasn’t moved by his gesture; instead, she felt an aversion to his sudden

tenderness

“I think what you’re doing is pointless,” she said, her voice cold and laced with

irritation.

But Benson acted as though he hadn’t heard her rejection, continuing to hold her gently.

His voice carried a faint trace of amusement: “I find it quite meaningful.”

Yvonne felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. She knew there was no point in arguing with him.

So she turned to face him, her gaze firm as she looked into his eyes.

“Benson, you just started at Taylor Group, are you really going to waste time on this? Can you even afford to? Stop dragging this out between us, okay?”

He reached out to gently caress her cheek, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and determination.

“I don’t see this as wasting time. Taylor Group… when I married you, I already made my choice.”

Yvonne’s heart sank. His words were like a sharp thorn, piercing through her defenses.

Yes, he had made his choice back then. He chose not to marry her, not to pursue Taylor Group because his heart belonged to someone else.

At that time, she had genuinely envied Mary, envied her for having all of Benson’s love.

But now, reality was nothing like what she had imagined.

She felt a deep sense of helplessness, unable to find the words to respond.

Her lips trembled slightly, but in the end, she said nothing.

Benson seemed to sense her silence. He quietly turned and walked to a corner of the garden.

He touched a tree branch, carefully observing the fresh buds that had just sprouted.

“This is a snowball tree, isn’t it…” his voice was soft, as if speaking to her, or perhaps to himself.

The snowball tree had grown tall, and its branches were beginning to sprout new leaves, signaling the approach of blooming white flowers.

Benson remembered that year when he returned home, just in time to see the snowball tree in full bloom.

The large white flowers covered the branches, looking like clusters of clouds floating in the tree, mesmerizing in their beauty.

At that time, Yvonne and Bella had been drinking tea under the tree, a scene so peaceful and beautiful that it had etched itself into his memory, impossible to forget.

“When it blooms again, let’s have tea under the tree, okay?”

It won’t be long before the flowers bloom