Benson

Chapter 276: The Tangled Truth

George glanced back at Arthur with a slight curl of his lip, clearly displeased by the question. But he still answered, “I’m just too busy with work to have time for a relationship.”

Hearing this exchange, Benson couldn’t help but chuckle, “One’s willing to teach, and the other’s willing to learn, huh?”

There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes–something complex, as though he was uncertain about the changes he was about to make, yet trying to muster the courage to go through with them.

Back at her own home, Yvonne stood in the entryway, listening carefully to the silence around her, her heartbeat involuntarily quickening. Fortunately, Benson wasn’t there, and she sighed with relief.

She took off her coat and hung it on the rack by the door, then slowly walked into the living room. She poured herself a glass of water and sipped it slowly, but her

thoughts inevitably drifted back to Benson.

This had been her routine for the past week–every day, Benson would send her messages or call, asking if she would come see him. Each time she picked up her phone and saw those missed calls and unread messages, a complex emotion would wash over her, difficult to describe.

Some habits were hard to break, but she knew that for the sake of her future, she couldn’t continue like this. She hadn’t responded to his messages, hadn’t returned his calls, and hadn’t gone to the hospital to see him. Although Benson hadn’t pushed further or shown up as he used to, she knew that this wasn’t the end. This calm was merely the brief stillness before a storm.

Yvonne tried to push these worries aside and focus on her work. Lately, the

preparations for the opening of Caesar Plaza had been overwhelming. She needed to ensure that every detail was perfect, with no room for error.

Her schedule was packed with meetings, inspections, and coordination tasks, all piling up and making it hard to breathe. To stay on track, she had to work late almost every day, dragging her exhausted body home at night, only to wake up early and start a new day.

One particular day, she was working late into the night again. The office was quiet, with only a few dim lights still on. Megan was out of town on a business trip, and without her lively presence, the office felt even more deserted.

Chapter 276. The Tangled Truth

As Yvonne concentrated on her work, the phone on her desk suddenly rang, breaking the silence. She frowned slightly and picked it up.

“Miss Yvonne,” the secretary’s hesitant voice came through the line, “there’s…

someone here to see you. He says he’s your husband.”

Yvonne froze, tightening her grip on the phone. “What did you say?”

Her voice rose involuntarily, and a sense of foreboding gripped her heart.

“It’s Mr. Benson,” the secretary clarified, still sounding unsure. “He’s here, and he said he’s your husband.”

Yvonne’s mind went blank, her heart pounding and her scalp tingling. Benson, the man who had never acknowledged her as his wife, was now at her company, claiming to be her husband?

In the three years they were married, “brother” and “sister” were almost the only terms they used to address each other, as a shield for their marriage. And now, even though they were divorced, he had the audacity to pull something like this?

Yvonne clenched the phone tightly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. “I understand. I’ll be right there.”

She hung up the phone and left her office, her mind a swirl of confusion. As she walked, she could hear the faint whispers of the secretaries from the CEO’s office.

“Did you hear? Benson’s been waiting here for a long time. Looks like he’s really trying to win back Ms. Jiang.”

“Yeah, I even saw them working together in an office once. Who would have thought it was all to win her over?”

“Oh my god, it’s just like a real–life ‘CEO falls in love with me‘ story.”

“What love? They’re already divorced,” Yvonne muttered inwardly, mocking the gossip in her head. Divorce doesn’t lead to sweet romance.

She quickened her pace, trying to shake off the annoying chatter.

As the elevator doors opened, Yvonne’s gaze immediately landed on Benson, standing not far away. He was wearing a black, slightly wrinkled long–sleeved T–shirt paired with cream–colored pants, a simple yet effortlessly stylish look. Perhaps due to his time in the hospital, Benson’s face looked particularly pale. The paleness highlighted his sharp jawline, giving him an oddly fragile yet striking appearance.

Upon seeing Yvonne, Benson’s face lit up with a confident, warm smile. He walked toward her with an easy gait, his eyes shining with a familiar tenderness.

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“Not done with work yet? I came to pick you up.”

His voice carried a natural warmth, as if nothing had ever come between them.

“What are you doing?” Yvonne frowned, her accumulated frustration suddenly boiling over. She asked coldly.

Benson looked at her, his expression innocent, like a child who had been wronged.” What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with picking up my wife from work?”

The word “wife” was like a match striking Yvonne’s anger. She clenched her teeth, her eyes sharp. “Who’s your wife? Come upstairs with me, we need to talk.”

With that, she turned on her heel and headed back to her office.

Benson followed obediently, his expression still calm, though a flicker of anxiety in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

The two entered her office, and as soon as the door closed, the air grew heavy with

tension.

“Benson, we’re divorced. The divorce certificate is right there,” Yvonne said bluntly, her tone hard, her gaze like a knife, as if trying to force him back.

Benson raised a hand to his forehead, feigning a troubled look. His voice was low, tinged with a hint of helplessness. “I know that’s the case, but I really don’t remember, Yvonne.”

There was a note of vulnerability and stubbornness in his voice, as if he were trying to elicit her sympathy.

Yvonne’s irritation grew, her brows knitting together as she glared at Benson. “When you’re not around, I actually get some peace. But now, you’re making everything more complicated.”

Her voice carried a trace of anger, as though she couldn’t tolerate his presumptuous behavior.

“If you don’t want me to say you’re my wife, then I won’t say it.”

Benson’s tone suddenly softened. He reached out to take her hand, but she quickly pulled it away.

Seeing this, he forced a smile, trying to placate her. “Don’t be mad, okay? I can clear it up.”

Yvonne’s hand trembled slightly, her gaze remaining cold and filled with disdain.” And how exactly do you plan to clear this up?”