Benson

Chapter 257 Cooling Vows

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a gentle, dappled light across the bed.

Yvonne lay quietly on the bed, her slightly curled long hair scattered across the pillow.

Her breathing was steady and even, as if she had just entered a sweet dream. Beside her, Benson’s internal clock was particularly accurate this morning. He woke up early, feeling the warmth beside him, and his mood brightened. He reached out to hold her, snuggling close, trying to prolong this peaceful morning.

However, Yvonne’s thoughts were far from calm.

She watched the light change outside the window, silently planning her future.

She didn’t show much unease, instead maintaining a calm exterior, as if everything was natural.

She knew she had already decided on divorce, a decision that was firm in her heart.

“I’m a bit hungry,” Benson murmured, his voice tinged with reluctance and expectation.

“I’ll go make something,” Yvonne said as she got up, intending to head to the kitchen, but Benson stopped her.

“Let me do it.” He looked up at her retreating figure, his eyes holding a hint of pleading.

Yvonne paused, staying silent for a moment before finally nodding. “Alright, I’ll do it.

Benson hesitated for a moment, but quickly agreed.

He knew that Yvonne was always particularly gentle in the mornings, reminding him of the moments they had shared in the past.

Most of the time, she appeared before him

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At this moment, it was as if he could feel her deep love again, as if those. beautiful times had returned to him.

Yvonne dressed slowly, carefully tucking the hair that had fallen onto her shoulders behind her ears.

Her hair was smooth like silk, with a faint, subtle fragrance that wafted through the air when a breeze blew.

Her figure was particularly enchanting in Benson’s eyes, and he couldn’t resist. gently embracing her from behind.

He whispered softly in her ear, “Your scent, I’ll never forget it.”

Yvonne was startled, her heart stirred slightly. She understood what he meant.

If memories remained, would those intimate moments have been different?

Would those unresolved endings have changed? But life has no “ifs,” only the present.

“Alright, I’ll go make breakfast now,” Yvonne said softly, trying to appear as natural as possible.

Benson lay back on the bed, a strange sense of peace washing over him.

He turned over, hugging her pillow, savoring the warmth and scent she had left behind.

He liked mornings like this–plain, uneventful, time flowing quietly, as if everything was perfect.

In the kitchen, Yvonne had already started her morning routine.

She preferred healthy breakfast options, perhaps influenced by her study abroad experiences, which made her less fond of other countries‘ cuisines.

The sounds of dishes clinking and steam rising filled the kitchen, releasing a rich aroma.

She moved skillfully by the stove, chopping vegetables, frying bacon, and preparing oatmeal, each action smooth and natural.

Benson gradually sat up in bed, dressed, and walked to the kitchen door.

He watched Yvonne’s busy figure, his heart filled with complex emotions.

Their eating habits were similar, except that he couldn’t handle spicy food, which made their culinary preferences more aligned.

Their life, though once filled with arguments and conflicts, always found warmth in these quiet mornings, allowing him to feel her care.

In the past, to please Benson better, Yvonne had put all her effort into learning. various cooking techniques.

She had enrolled in cooking classes, practicing repeatedly in the kitchen, with the spatula becoming almost an extension of her hand.

Grilling steak, making sandwiches, preparing pasta–these were her specialties.

Each dish she carefully prepared was a deep expression of her feelings for

him.

Sunlight poured through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the dining table.

When Benson came downstairs, he was surprised and gratified to see the sumptuous breakfast already prepared.

He looked at the beautifully presented dishes, his eyes softening, “I love the breakfast you make, even more than Maria’s.”

Yvonne glanced up at him, a slight pain flickering in her heart.

She smiled faintly, “When you love someone, you’re like a different person than

when you don’t.”

Her tone carried a hint of helplessness, with an undercurrent of sarcasm.

Now, with compliments and emotional reassurance, it was all becoming too

much for her to bear.

A faint smile appeared on Benson’s face, as if he was indeed in a good mood.

She watched him enjoy breakfast, her heart growing heavier. They sat at the table, the atmosphere quiet and subtle.

“Have you thought about it?” Benson finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with anticipation.

Yvonne’s heart raced; she knew this conversation was crucial.

She gently peeled an egg and handed it to him, “So… how about signing the

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## weren’t for the harshness of the words ‘divorce papers,” he would have thought she was expressing tenderness

“I can’t sign them “Benson’s tone was filled with a resolute refusal

Yvonne’s brow furrowed slightly, her face full of confusion as she looked at

She heard him toss the papers into the trash, and a wave of unease and anger surged in her heart.

She smiled faintly, “No problem, I’ll just print another copy.

But Benson’s attitude didn’t change. His eyes held a sense of helplessness. and finality

“I’ve made up my mind, I’m not getting a divorce.” He looked directly into her eyes, as if trying to find some answer in her expression.

At this point, Yvonne’s smile gradually faded, her expression growing stiff and

cold.

She stood up, and in a fit of emotion, swept the breakfast off the table, the dishes and plates clattering to the floor.

Plates and cutlery were overturned, leaving the breakfast in complete disarray.

Benson, anticipating this, managed to salvage his sandwich just in time, barely protecting it.

“Benson, this is fraud.”

Yvonne shouted angrily, her eyes filled with disappointment and frustration.

In her anger, she went straight upstairs, her distress beyond words.

She had once trusted him, only to find him full of deceit, leaving her deeply frustrated and pained.

She sat down at her desk, feeling dejected, and dialed Bella’s number.

Chapter 25 Cosing Vows

“It’s still the same…” Her voice was filled with helplessness and defeat.

Bella, anxious on the other end of the line, asked, “What will you do? If you

don’t agree, he won’t let you go.”

Yvonne unconsciously ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, pausing before she answered, “I know.”

Her heart was heavy, thinking of the events of the previous night, feeling more and more uncomfortable.

She had once scoffed at the idea of women using their advantages to achieve their goals, but last night’s experience forced her to confront this reality.

She realized that she, as the prey, was no match for Benson’s cunning.

“If he’s really, really good to you, wouldn’t you consider staying with him?” Bella asked.