Benson

Chapter 30 As Good As New

Benson rhythmically tapped his mahjong tiles on the table, producing a dull “thud, thud, thud” that made Marcus uneasy. He frowned, trying to break the suffocating atmosphere.

“Benson, Yvonne is your sister. If she’s not happy, you’re not happy either, right?” Marcus asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

“She’s not happy?” A cold glint flashed in Benson’s eyes. “Did she say that?” His voice was low, as if suppressing something

Three years ago, Yvonne had expressed her feelings for Benson strongly, even attempting to get close to him after their divorce by drugging him. And now she claimed she was unhappy? Yvonne’s actions were always unpredictable.

Matthew, understanding Benson’s temperament, sensed the brewing anger.

He grabbed Marcus and pulled him outside. “If you want Yvonne to be alright, you’d better not say another word.”

His voice was firm and resolute.

Marcus frowned, confused, “What do you mean?

Benson slammed the mahjong tile onto the table heavily. “Marcus, you want to know who that man is? I can tell you” His voice carried a hint of provocation

Marcus turned urgently, his gaze fixed on Benson, his voice revealing his desperation: “Who is he? Tell me, who is that man?”

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Benson’s lips, a sly gleam in his eyes. “Telling you directly would be too boring. I’ll need to consult Yvonne first since it’s her private matter. Be patient, and I’ll let you know.”

Marcus felt a mix of emotions but had no choice but to nod reluctantly, “Alright.”

Matthew, seeing this, pulled Marcus out of the room, trying to calm bin down. “You were just here to help Yvonne repair the brooch. Why do you care so much about the identity of that man?

Marcus’s eyes reddened with agitation, his tone almost accusing, “You and William, you both know who he is! Why won’t you tell me?” His voice was full of confusion and anger, his concern for Yvonne and his desire for the truth intertwined, making it hard for him to stay calm.

Matthew looked at Marcus with a mixture of sympathy and helplessness. “There’s no future for you and Yvonne. She didn’t tell you about that man to protect you from getting hurt further.”

Marcus lowered his eyes, his voice filled with emotion: “I’ve never liked anyone as much as I like her. Just being by her side, doing nothing, makes me feel incredibly happy, as if the whole world lights up. Please, tell me the truth about the brooch.”

Matthew nodded, his tone finn: “The brooch can be restored to its original stare. Benson has a deep friendship with Mr. Donald; fixing the brooch isn’t difficult for him.”

for now. I just want to fulfill

Marcus carefully handed the brooch to Matthew, determination shining in his eyes. “Then I won’t delve into other matters fo my promise to Yvonne. Please, Matthew.”

Matthew took the brooch and returned to the room.

He kicked William in the leg, his tone reproachful: “Are you out of your mind? Why stir up trouble here?

William remained nonchalant, a playful smile on his lips. “The clash between the would–be ex and the would–be current is thrilling, isn’t it?”

Benson opened the jewelry box, his gaze falling on the broken brooch. He gently touched his chin, already planning how to use this opportunity to bring Yvonne back under his control.

“Bro, about the rings you ordered…” Matthew asked tentatively.

“I had George leak the information,” Benson chuckled. “It was to draw Yvonne out. She certainly knows how to mobilize.”

Benson suddenly looked forward to seeing Yvonne’s reaction when she found out the brooch was back in his possession.

After making sure her mother was peacefully asleep, Yvonne quietly left.

However, as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Benson. The man who once made her heart flutter was now leaning casually against her door, smoking

Through the swirling smoke, his figure appeared slightly blurred but still exuded an undeniable presence.

Yvonne felt a suffocating sensation, as if the air was filled with his essence, making it hard to breathe.

She walked to her door, trying to use the fingerprint Inck to quickly escape this oppressive atmosphere.

But just as she was about to touch the lock, Benson suddenly grabbed her last

“Add my fingerprint too,” Benson demanded firmly, as it it were a non–negotiable request.

Yvonne Laughed lightly, trying to mask her imease. “Why should I add your fingerprint?”

“So I can accommodate you when you don’t come home,” Benson’s words sounded considerate and caring, but to Yvonne, they felt like an invisible sharkle

Yvonne sighed, looking seriously at Benson, trying to find answers in his eyes. “Benson, what do you really want?”

To give you the life you want,” Benson answered simply and directly, as if he truly understood Yvonne’s heart.

Indeed, that was once her dream life, but now, everything had changed.

Benson seemed to understand everything, to know everything, yet he gave it to her when she no longer needed it.

Yvonne sneered, her tone firm: “I just want a divorce now.

“Don’t even think about it.” Benson’s refusal was blunt, but his tone was unusually gentle. “Add my fingerprint.”

Yvonne was speechless. She didn’t respond, just walked straight into her home. Benson followed closely, as if his presence had become an inescapable part of her life…

In the hallway, she changed her shoes. Inside the shoe cabinet were men’s slippers. He picked them up and looked at them; they were his size, brand new, matching her pair.

“When did you buy these for me?” Benson asked curiously.

Yvonne didn’t answer, going to change clothes.

She went to the bathroom and found Benson soaking in her bathtub, sipping her wine, looking very relaxed.

“Who let you use that?” she asked, clearly annoyed.

Benson leaned back, looking at her. “You’ve slept with me. Does the bathtub matter?

Yvonnes

She went to the other bathroom to take a shower and then went to bed

A man’s arm wrapped around her waist, and Benson snuggled against her back, kissing her neck.

Yvonne felt ticklish and disgusted, “Get off!”

Benson wasn’t angry; instead, he played with a strand of her hair, interested. After a while, he said;

“The robes and pajamas are all couples‘ styles. If I really left, wouldn’t you miss them?”

Yvonne’s body stiffened. She had once really looked forward to life after marriage with him

The neatly arranged shoes in the cabinet, the clothes hanging in the wardrobe, each item silently told the stories of the past

She took a deep breath, facing away from Benson, her tone resolute: “I don’t like you anymore. None of this matters.”

Benson chuckled lightly, his hand gently gripping Yvonne’s shoulder, forcing her to turn and face him.

His eyes were probing, “You say you don’t like me because your heart already belongs to Marcus?”