Benson

Chapter 302: Entwined Bonds

wone was trembling with anger, her rape threatening to overwhelm her. She raised her hand, ready to slap Benson hard, but he was laster He grabbed her wrist with such force that she couldn’t break free.

He pulled her tightly into his embrace, has grip as strong as a steel vice, pressing her so hard against him that she could barely breathe.

“Let go of me!” We struggled with all her might, but Benson remained immovable, like a sold wall.

His hands comeder her body, ruthlessly stripping away her clothes. As each piece of clothing fell to the floor, tears streamed down anne’s face. She felt though she was being stripped of everything–her dignity, her hope, and her sense of self.

Benson lawned his head and kissed her deeply, his breath warm and forceful, led with his usual dominance and possessivenes

His lips moved to her cheeks, gently kissing away her tears. “Don’t cry, Yvonne. You’ve always liked this. We were always so in sync, weren’t we?

His voice was low and seductive, as it trying to reignite the memories of their past. Yes, there won time when they were perfectly in sync, especially in moments like this, when they found mutual satisfaction and pleasure.

But now, all of this foreign and repulsive to her

Ben’s continued down her body, leaving a trail of his presence on her skin. But when his lps He hesitated, his gaze fardon the slight swell of her stomach. He remembered her body as it used to be

She seemed to how lost some weight, yet her belly Why was it like this?

A flash of doubt crossed his mind, ting him with contusion and unease

ached her abdomen, he suddenly stopped.

soft and slender but now, her abdomen looked different.

Meanwhile, Yonne kept her hand petectively over her stomach, a detail that only deepened Benson’s suspicion.

His breathing became more rapid, the mingling of desire and sudden andrty creating a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Despite her intense struggle earlier, she hadn’t fought with the full force he had expected. At first, he thought she was merely punishing him, that she still harbeerd some lingeringings for han.

After all, their history was deep; maybe she was just trying to beach him a lesson, right?

Buther protective hand over her stomach made his heart skip a be

Athought flashed through his mind–a possibility that was both unbeliable and tearing. He stared at her, his eyes wide with shock and doub

“Wonne, are you?” Betson’s voice was hoarse with disbelie

He led his grip on her, the forcefulness in his eyes softening into a pleading look, tinged with disbelief.

Yvonne’s anger finally found an outlet. She lifted her hand and slapped him had across the face.

The sharp sound echoed through the room, laden with all her hatred and despair.

Her hair, disheveled from the struggle, framed her tear–streaked Dare. The eyes that had once looked at him with love were now filled with nothing but contempt

“You bastard, Benson! Yonne’s voice shook with tury, her fingers trembing from the intensity of her emotions

You had Joseph tell me this was about your prepancy? Benson looked at her helplessly, as if trying to grasp the meaning of her words.

Yvonne let out a bitter laugh, her voice dripping with mockery and despair. “Benson, what are you playing at now? You’re nothing but a selfish jerk!”

Her voice was laced with undisguised disdain and loathing

Benson’s emotions were in turmod. The news of Wonne’s pregnancy hit him like a wave of warmth, stirring a flick of joy in his heart.

But he also knew that Yonne was furious with him, and his joy couldn’t erase her anger.

“Something this important, you should’ve called me. Repealing until you got through.”

He reached out, trying to touch her face, hoping to calm her down.

But one recalled from his as if he were venomous snake, her eyes filled with must and collness.

She was now disheveled, feeling humiliated and enraged. She grabbed a blanket, wrapping it tightly around herself, curling up at the head of the bed, trying to shield herself from the suffocating realty of the situation

She closed her eyes, tears weling up again. Her heart was filled with exhaustion and weariness, and she didn’t even want to look at him anymore.

Benson felt a swirl of conflicting emotions as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently touch Yvonne’s cheek.

His fingers glided softly over her skin, as if trying to make up for all his past mistakes through this small act

His heart was tangled in a web of pull and confusion.

He had thought that his connection with Yvonne was severed, bet now, suddenly, their bond was stranger than ever, embodied by the child she carried.

“How far along are you? His weice was gentle, almost pleading

Yvonne opened eye, her gaze filled with sarcasm and anger

“You said you didn’t want a child before, and now you’re pretending to care? You’re disgusting

Benson’s expression tattered, and he hurried to defend himself. “What are you talking about? Why would I want to get til at our child? Wanne, I never wanted you to have an

“Then what were you thinking back then?” Yvonne’s voice quivered with emotion, her agitation clear.

“You told me to get it the baby. You said you didn’t care about this child anymore.”

bespian freute, a look at prin and conteam flashing and his lare

, that’s not richt, was fout of me mad? Why would I ever tell you to get rid of our child one, I never wanted to be apart from you I like you

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Chapter 302 Entwined Bonds

baby, of course I’d be happy. Why would I ever want to lose that?”

“You like me? Love me?” Yvonne’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Your way of showing love is through force, humiliation, and relentless pursuin

Her chest heaved with the intensity of her emotions, her breathing quick and ragged.

She clutched the blanket tightly around her, trying to shield both her body and her heart from the pain he was causing

She no longer had the strength to argue with Benson; she just wanted to calm herself, to escape the nightmare she was trapped in.

Benson was equally confused.

He couldn’t understand why Joseph would say such things, or whether Joseph had the nerve to lie to him.

Seeing Yvonne in such pain because of his actions left him at a loss.

He reached out and gently pulled the blanket back, trying to see her face.

Her eyes were red, her face etched with pain.

His heart ached at the sight. “Let’s remarry since we’re having a child, okay?”

Yvonne’s anger flared again, and she almost screamed, “Benson, are you dreaming? You…”

Her voice trembled with emotion, and she felt her body weakening, her mind reeling.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

“Can you leave? Just go away? I don’t want to see you anymore.” “No, I’m worried about you. What if you’re not feeling well?”