Benson

Chapter 304: Out of Control Love

Clate sat across from Benson on the sola, filled with anodety and unease. Though she tried to maintain calm expression, her fingers trembled slightly.

Her voice quivered as she spoke, “What’s wrong with pursuing someone I love?”

Benson med faintly, his demultor calm and composed. He leaned forward sightly, crossing his legs and tapping his fingers lightly on his knee.

“Nothing wrong with that,” he said, his tone carrying a hint of coldness despite its elegance. “Do you remember Mary? She was in the same industry as you”

Claire was momentarily stunned, not understanding why benso suddenly brought up Mary. She browned, a trace of contusion flashingin bereyes

Mary’s eleh distant to her, and Benson’s sudden mention of it settled her.

“Mary,” Benson continued, his voice steady and firm. “She once schemed against Yvonne. She drugged her, so i made her take the same drug and brought in several men. The

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caire’s lace ined pale instantly. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at Benson, clearly not expecting him to reved such a dark secrets bluntly.

Her heart raced—the hadn’t expected this. The seemingly elegant gentleman, praised for his sophistication, harbored such ruthlessness beneath his refined exterior. At this moment, Claire couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of envy for Yvonne, realing just how fiercely Benson cherished her.

daire’s emotions were a complex mix; she had once basked in Benson’s love, though she knew it was never as deep or genuine as what he felt for Wonne. Yet, she had felt proud of the attention he gave her.

Now, witnessing Benson’s obsession with Yvonne, she couldn’t suppress a surge of resentment and jealousy, she had believed that if she tried hard enough, she could win everything he had to offer. But she hadn’t realized that she was merely a backup plan, ultimately losing his true affection.

Benson’s gaze was sharp and unforgiving as it swept over lane. His eyes held an unmistakable disdain and finaly “Too tried to kill my child, the most precious thing to me. What do you think I’ll do?

His voice was low, imbued with a chilling authority that allowed no contradiction.

Claire’s lace drained of colee; she clearly hadn’t anticipated Benson would deal with her so ruthlessly. Although fear flickered in her heart, she tried to remain calm, silently hoping Benson was only try to scare her. After all, with her close relationship with Andrew, Benson wouldn’t dare go too far

“Get out of my sight,enson’s voicemed even colder, his gaze icy as he stared at chains. Though his expression remained calm, anger roiled beneath the surface like a dormant volcano.

His words cut through Claire like a cold blade, piercing her deeply. Despair washed over het as she died Benson was not the type to compromise easily, she had truly angered him this me

Despite her reluctance, Claire had no choice but to bow her head and leave quietly. As she departed, her nations were a storm of humiliation and regret. The highs and lows of the encounter left her feeling profoundly dejected and remorsend

she knew that her love for Benson was beyond redemption now. All she could do was hope that time might soothe her wounds and that Benson might eventually forgive him.

Back in the hotel lobby, Benson was weighed down by a heavy heart. He sat on the sola, his expression dark, filled with regret and self–reproach.

it Yvonne had indeed decided to abort the child, he knew he would regret it for the rest of his life though Claire’s actions were the catalyst, the root of the problem si bay within

him

He realized his approach to Yvonne had been flawed, leaving room for others to exploit the situation, the had hoped to slowly mend their relationship, to show her his true self and earn a secondchance. But his patience had worn thin, leading in this tragic outcome.

Just then, the sound of police sirens hard mutside the hotel. The lobby manager hurried over, his expression tinged with unease. After receiving a phone call and seeing Benson’s face, the manager looked nervous.

“Mr. Benson, it seem the abit of trouble,” the manager:

Benson’s heart sank. Before he could respond, the lobby manager led two police officers into the lobby. The officers, ropunitoms with stem expressions, waked directly Boward Benson.

“Mr. Benson, please cooperate with us. You’re under investigation for alleged assault. We need you in come to the station for questioning”

Benson was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief. “What did you just say?” He could hardly believe his ears

Yonne had actually done it. Did she really want to un tim.completely?

A wave of dizziness washed over him as if his entire world was collapsing in a stant. Henson’s heart was filled with anger and confusion, his face flushing from the intensity at his emotions. The situation left him feeling utterly defeated, without even achance to explain himself.

He tried to stay calm, but the burmoil and rage inside him were impossible to hide. His heart pounded violently, his body trembling

“Mr. Benson, please come with us,” one of the officers interrupted his thoughts as they began preparing to take him into custody.

Benson took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain composed. He knew he had to cooperate; otherwise, things would only wor Yvonne.. Did she really intend as deve him to his breaking point?

After the police left, the room fell silent. Yvonesat alone at the dining table, quietly staring at the dinner Benson had ordered for her. Though she had been hungry earlier, her appetite had now disappeared.

She slowly picked up a fork, nating bit by bit, her mind swirling with thought.

Should she still keep this child?

Benson’s reaction today had stirred up emotions within her, filling her with fear and uncertainty. His domineering loved like a shake, tightly binding her.

Yonne had never fully prepared herself mentally for this child, and Benson’s behavior only deepened her doubts. She sighed softly, a wwe of helplessness washing over her.

Time licked by in the quiet rooms, the clock reminding her that it was nowing o PM Her mood gow her, her thoughts jumping from one possibility to another.

Finally, a grade knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She stood up and walked to the door, opening it to find jeremy standing outside, the mument fearmyentered, he sensed something was off will Yvonne Concerned, he looked at her and asked, “Youute, are you okay?”

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Yvonne, feeling conflicted, forced a small smile and shook her head lightly. “It’s nothing, I’m just a bit tired.”

Anxiously, she asked, “Jeremy, did you find the designer?”

Jeremy looked down, a hint of regret in his voice as he replied, “Yvonne, I’m sorry, but I didn’t manage to meet him.”

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