Benson

Chapter 260 Saying Goodbye to the did Me

Mr. Donald gently set down his teacup, the fragrant aroma of tea wafting through the air

This gaze was steady, as if savoring the tea, yet his mind seemed deep in thought

He was an old man who had met countless people in his life, and although he hadn’t interacted much with Yvonne, he had already seen through the young woman’s character

She had inherited her father John’s qualities–pure, kind, and honest, with high expectations of both herself and others.

When Yvonne loved someone, she would give her all without holding back, not cating about gain or loss. But once she decided not to love anymore, it was always a well–thought–out decision, never impulsive.

Watching the way Benson and Yvonne interacted, Mr. Donald sighed inwardly.

The two had wasted much time, and Benson seemed to have yet to truly understand Yvonne’s state of mind.

He observed Benson’s expression before finally asking. “Benson, do you truly understand Yvonne?

Benson was slightly taken aback by the question, caught off guard.

Yes, he had always thought he understood Yvonne, believed he had a firm grasp on their relationship.

However, now it seemed he might have been completely wrong. His brow furrowed as he struggled to find a response.

Mr. Donald noticed his confusion and spoke slowly, “You’re a smart man, but you’ve used the most foolish approach. Everything is like sand, the tighter your grasp, the more you lose.”

Benson frowned, perplexed. “You mean to say that if I can’t hold on, I should just let go?”

His voice was tinged with frustration and helplessness.

“I can’t do that. We clearly connect well, she likes me, I like her, we share. common interests, and we’ve planned to visit many places together.”

“Did Yvonne really say those things to you?” Mr. Donald asked.

“Yes, she… used to…” Benson’s words trailed off as if he had suddenly realized. something.

His mood grew heavy instantly. Yes, that was in the past.

In the past, they truly loved and understood each other, but now, did he still know what was in her heart?

He looked over at the busy figure not far away–Yvonne was carefully polishing a piece of bone under a tree. Her movements were gentle and focused, as if nothing else in the world mattered more than what she was doing.

Benson’s gaze gradually grew colder, and he fell silent.

Indeed, he no longer knew what Yvonne wanted now. He was uncertain whether her dreams remained the same after the passing of her father and brother.

Benson sank into deep thought, feeling as though a barrier had formed between him and Yvonne–one he couldn’t overcome.

Mr. Donald sighed softly and patted him on the shoulder.

“We’re friends too, and I like Yvonne as well. If you’re willing, I could try to persuade her for you. But whether it works or not depends on her own feelings.

Benson nodded silently. He had come to the mountains hoping Mr. Donald could act as a mediator, convincing Yvonne not to mention divorce again. But now, after hearing Mr. Donald’s words, a sense of fear welled up in his heart. Perhaps he had been misjudging Yvonne’s feelings all along, underestimating her resolve.

Mr. Donald, hands clasped behind his back, walked over to where Yvonne was, watching her as she meticulously smoothed the sharp edges of the bone.

She was clearly not skilled at it, yet she continued with caution, only doing what she was confident in. Her focus and patience revealed her inner determination.

“Yvonne, Benson is a good person too,” Mr. Donald said gently.

Yvonne’s hands paused slightly, and she looked up, smiling as she nodded.

“Yes, he’s quite good–good–looking, with a nice figure, and most importantly, he’s very capable at work. He looks quite handsome when he’s working.”

Mr. Donald noted the calmness in her voice, and couldn’t help but feel a bit helpless. “Is that all?” he asked.

Yvonne looked at Mr. Donald, her smile tinged with understanding. “He asked you to persuade me, didn’t he?”

Mr. Donald couldn’t help but chuckle, his laughter carrying a hint of helplessness and understanding.

He asked softly, “Is there any chance you’ll change your mind?”

Yvonne sighed lightly, a faint weariness showing on her brow.

She spoke softly, “The truth is, he doesn’t really love the person I am now. He’s just nostalgic for the girl I used to be–the simple, dependent girl. But that girl has grown up, and she’s almost nothing like she was before.”

A trace of helplessness flickered in her–eyes, the sense of distance that came with growth making her feel powerless. She knew that no matter how good Benson was to her now, no matter how much he tolerated her whims and tantrums, none of it could mask his obsession with who she used to be. He loved the girl in his memories, not the woman standing before him.

“Just like Bella asked me,” she continued, her voice a bit distant, “If he treats you very, very well, wouldn’t you reconsider?”

Yvonne let out a self–mocking laugh. “My answer is no. Even if he’s good to me, I won’t reconsider him anymore.”

Mr. Donald shook his head slightly, a mix of pity and regret in his eyes. He looked at the stubborn yet clear–headed woman before him, knowing that this relationship might truly be at its end.

“Don’t let us young people keep troubling you. I’ll explain everything to him.

myself,” Yvonne said as she stood up, brushing off the dust from her clothes, and walked towards Benson.

Per steps were firm, yet tinged with a Hint of sadness, as if she had already made a difficult decision.

Bensen was sitting on a rattan chair under the veranda, holding a cup of tea, his gaze lost in the view of the distant green mountains and blue waters. His heart was filled with anxiety and uncertainty about the future, memories of his time with Yvonne swirling in his mind.

He kept telling himself that it wasn’t over yet, that there was still a chance to win her back.

Yvonne sat down next to him, picking up a cup of tea and taking a gentle sip. The slight bitterness of the tea spread in her mouth, mirroring the complex emotions within her.

She set the cup down, her eyes resting on the man before her, filled with a myriad of thoughts.

Benson,” Yvonne began.

“The way you’re being kind to me now is like how Mary felt when she heard ‘her

news–you made her very famous. Or like how you see Olivia as your ideal woman, you put your heart and soul into both of them. But in essence, these efforts are no different.”

Benson frowned slightly, sensing a growing unease in his heart.

“But, Benson, I am no longer the person I used to be,” Yvonne said, her voice. carrying a faint sadness.

“I am now more rational in what I do, more aware of how to use my resources to achieve my goals. The person I am now, I’m afraid, isn’t someone you like.” She looked at Benson, her gaze tender but tinged with a cool detachment.

“You once disliked my calculating nature, thinking I should remain simple and kind. You hoped I wouldn’t be too smart, too rational. But the person I am now is no longer the girl who would quietly stay by your side, loving you unconditionally.”

She paused for a moment, her eyes drifting towards the distance.

“Back then, I even thought that without you, my life would lose much of its meaning. But over these years, my mindset has changed. Love is no longer

everything to me. It now occupies only a small part of my life, and you’re no longer the only person I rely on.”

As Yvonne spoke, Benson’s face gradually darkened. His hand tightened

around the teacup, his knuckles turning white.

Yvonne met his gaze.

“I’m someone who no longer loves you, and you won’t be able to hold on for long.”

Her voice was soft, yet it struck like a heavy blow, shattering the last bit of hope in Benson’s heart.

Benson’s eyes deepened, a cold sharpness appearing in his gaze as he looked at her.