Benson

Chapter 259 Luxurious Time

Benson found that love was much more challenging than business.

In the complex world of commerce, he could handle anything with ease; even the toughest negotiations seemed simple to him.

But when it came to Yvonne, he felt utterly lost.

He had asked William for advice, and as a friend, William had been frank with

him.

Apart from giving women money, William confessed, he had no other effective methods.

That kind of cold, emotionless transaction was something Benson would never

consider.

He wasn’t trying to maintain this relationship with money, what he wanted was a genuine emotional connection.

He also talked to Matthew about it, knowing that Matthew was also single, but, he quickly realized how unreliable this choice was.

Matthew’s advice was useless, even a bit ridiculous.

The only man who had ever successfully captured Yvonne’s heart was Marcus, the one who had left a deep impression on her.

William suggested that Benson learn from Marcus.

Benson had considered this advice but quickly dismissed it.

Learning from Marcus? Impossible. If he did that, in Yvonne’s eyes, it would be like stabbing Marcus in the back.

It would touch her deepest boundaries. She might despise him even more, and that was the last thing Benson wanted.

Recently, Benson had started reading books about love, trying to find a breakthrough.

However, the content of the books only confused him further.

The theories and methods seemed inapplicable to his relationship with Yvonne.

The books often mentioned that to win someone’s heart, you must first love

them.

But the problem was, she was no longer by his side. The connection had. already broken–how could he love her?

He sat in the study, the books spread out in front of him, feeling powerless.

Many of the methods in the books seemed impractical when put into practice.

The romantic gestures, sweet words, and even carefully planned dates felt empty and ineffective between him and Yvonne.

He looked out the window, his thoughts drifting away. The Yvonne who had once run to him with joy had now become the most challenging puzzle he couldn’t solve.

He muttered to himself, “Business tactics are useless here.”

Yet, despite everything, he refused to give up, feeling that there was still something he hadn’t tried, some hope he hadn’t grasped.

That afternoon, Yvonne and Benson visited Mr. Donald’s mountain retreat once again.

The retreat was nestled on a hillside, surrounded by lush greenery.

In front of the retreat flowed a small, clear river, its sound adding a lively touch. to this peaceful place.

Mr. Donald was a man who loved nature and craftsmanship, and his retreat reflected his personality–both refined and simple.

The garden was filled with various flowers and plants, with bamboo swaying. gently, birds singing, and flowers blooming, creating a world seemingly cut off from the rest, yet full of life.

When they arrived, Mr. Donald was busy in the garden.

He was dressed in simple work clothes, with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong arms as he focused on something on a long table.

Seeing Yvonne and Benson approach, he looked up slightly and greeted them with a smile.

“You’re here, make yourselves at home Don’t think of yourselves as guests.”

Benson nodded as usual, while Yvonne’s face showed a hint of curiosity.

She walked up slowly, her eyes falling on the item in Mr. Donald’s hands. “What are you making?” she asked.

Mr. Donald paused his work, looked up at Yvonne, and smiled. “Bamboo bone chess”

“Bamboo bone chess?” Yvonne raised an eyebrow, clearly unfamiliar with the

term.

“I love playing chess too,” she said casually, a smile on her face.

Mr. Donald laughed heartily at her words, “You just learned, didn’t you?”

Yvonne was slightly taken aback, then nodded in acknowledgment, “How did

you

know? I just learned over the New Year, and I find it quite interesting.”

“Only someone who just learned would tell everyone they love chess.”

Mr. Donald’s eyes held a wise and gentle look as he spoke.

Yvonne couldn’t help but smile, finding his words quite true.

She crouched down, getting closer to Mr. Donald’s work, watching as he meticulously ground something, and asked curiously, “Is this bone?”

“Yes, it’s boiled cow bone, dried for six months to remove the glue.”

Mr. Donald explained, his hands still moving with precision and care.

Yvonne’s eyes widened in shock, “It takes six months just to dry the bones?”

“Yes.” Mr. Donald’s tone was calm, as if talking about something utterly ordinary.

“This step requires enough patience and time to bring the bones to their best. state.”

A picture formed in Yvonne’s mind: six months just to dry a piece of bone- how much time and effort would such a craft require?

She recalled her experience making a walnut wood chess set for her father–in- law, which, despite many people helping, had taken considerable effort to

complete before his birthday.

She couldn’t help but sigh, “That sounds incredibly time–consuming. This takes even longer.”

Mr. Donald looked up, his deep eyes meeting Yvonne’s.

“Yvonne, you work in luxury goods. Tell me, what is a luxury item?”

Yvonne paused, thinking for a moment before answering.

“Luxury items are consumer goods that go beyond what people need for survival and development, characterized by uniqueness, rarity, and

preciousness. Brands, design, craftsmanship–they all count.”

Mr. Donald smiled and shook his head.

With a warm and steady gaze, he said, “In my view, only those that can stand the test of time are true luxury items.”

His words led Yvonne’s thoughts in a new direction, and she began to realize something.

She thought of those high–end bags and clothes, those timeless styles.

Indeed, as Mr. Donald said, many of their inspirations came from early aesthetics.

They were filled with traditional charm and a sense of quality honed by time.

“Time is humanity’s best friend,” Mr. Donald continued, his tone carrying a deep sense of wisdom.

“Many things undergo a transformation over time; many successes come because of the passage of time.”

Yvonne remained silent, tilting her head slightly to look at Benson, who was sitting in a wicker chair under the veranda.

His movements were graceful, his expression focused, as if he had shut the rest of the world out.

A thought crossed her mind: was bringing him here also to provide her with some inspiration?

She stepped closer to Mr. Donald and smiled, “How about I help you grind?”

Mr. Donald looked at her for a moment, then nodded, “Sure, you do it.”

He handed her the tool, stepping aside to make room for her..

Yvonne took the tool, feeling its weight, a determined look in her eyes.

She said softly, “I think true luxury items are made with our traditional craftsmanship.

Only such things have the true value of luxury.”

Mr. Donald smiled with satisfaction at her words.

“No matter how insignificant something might seem, it requires a lot of meticulous and complex craftsmanship, coupled with time. It may not be perfect, but it’s incredibly charming.”

His words were gentle yet firm, imprinting a profound truth in Yvonne’s heart.

She lowered her head, concentrating on grinding, her movements careful and focused, as if she were crafting a precious piece of art.

Mr. Donald walked to the tea table under the veranda, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea, slowly savoring it.

Suddenly, he looked up at Benson, with a hint of curiosity in his voice, “So, have you made your choice? No longer searching for that light in your heart?”

Benson smiled slightly, his tone calm, “I’ve found it.”

Mr. Donald was surprised, “Found it? So, you’re still choosing her?”

Benson looked into the distance, his voice calm and resolute, “Just one person.”

Mr. Donald was even more taken aback.

After a moment of silence, he slowly said, “Are you here to show off?” “No, not to show off, just to take her out for a break.”