Benson

Chapter 62 The Flame of Desire

Benson would never give her the precious brooch, yet today he apologized for it.

Yvonne was filled with confusion, her eyes showing a hint of bewilderment and surprise, as if questioning his sudden change of attitude.

The cold touch of the kitchen island contrasted sharply with the turmoil in her heart.

She tried to find answers in Benson’s eyes, but his expression remained inscrutable. The apology lingered in the air, making it hard to decipher his true intentions.

She gently stepped back, leaning against the kitchen island. Due to their height difference, she had to tilt her head slightly to look up at him.

Benson’s appearance and demeanor were indeed outstanding. Mr. Donald had once praised him as an undisputed gentleman of high society, and that description was fitting.

The Taylor family was the richest in Las Vegas, His father, Charles Taylor, was a renowned industrialist, known for his low–profile approach, while his mother, Victoria, was famous for her excellent parenting.

Although Benson’s attitude towards her wasn’t always warm, he was inherently a well- mannered gentleman. Therefore, when he realized his mistake, he chose to apologize.

Yvonne asked directly, “Are you apologizing now because you want to be close to me, or just because you feel guilty?” Her voice was calm and firm, like a sharp sword aiming at the core of the issue.

Benson was momentarily stunned, then laughed softly as he moved closer to her, placing his hands on the countertop, looking down at her.

His eyes were deep, seemingly able to see through people’s hearts, and his smile carried a

subtle hint of mischief.

Every movement he made exuded a confident ease, as if everything was under his control.

“Seems like you like being straightforward,” he teased, his voice playful.

His words revealed his appreciation for Yvonne’s straightforwardness and his fondness for this way of interaction.

He found conversing with Yvonne refreshing. Her intelligence and basic understanding of him surprised him and made him pleasantly realize that being with her was unexpectedly comfortable.

Yvonne’s frankness and honesty made him feel unprecedentedly relaxed, as if all

pretenses and disguises were unnecessary at that moment.

Every glance, every breath of hers showed her determination and confidence, which made Benson feel an inexplicable attraction.

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“Yes, like is like, and dislike is dislike. I don’t like ambiguity,” she said, looking straight into his eyes with firm determination, without a hint of hesitation or avoidance.

Her straightforwardness presented Benson with an unprecedented challenge and ignited at deep–seated desire within him.

Her bluntness made him drop his pretense as well. He admitted frankly, “Eighty percent is the desire to be close to you.” His voice was deep and powerful, each word hitting her heart.

His direct and bold words shocked Yvonne like never before.

“Let’s sign the divorce agreement, and I’ll spend two nights with you?” she suggested, her tone carrying a hint of provocation, as if challenging his limits.

Her proposal was bold and direct, like a sharp sword aiming at the core of the problem. Benson laughed softly, cupping her chin and lowering his head, “Do I look like a fool?” His voice was teasing, his breath warm against her cheek, causing her to turn her head to avoid it.

Every move he made exuded a confident ease, as if everything was under his control.

“I didn’t say that,” she defended, her voice tinged with a bit of panic, but her gaze remained firm.

Her straightforwardness presented Benson with an unprecedented challenge and ignited a deep–seated desire within him.

“As a legal couple, you accuse me of not wanting to be close. After a divorce, would you still let me be close?” he asked.

He grasped her waist, lifting her slightly to sit on the island. His actions were gentle yet powerful, as if asserting his dominion.

Every move he made exuded a confident ease, as if everything was under his control.

He lowered his head to kiss her, his kiss passionate and deep, as if pouring all his emotions into it.

Yvonne’s body trembled slightly, but her gaze remained steady. She knew she wouldn’t easily concede in this game.

Her straightforwardness presented Benson with an unprecedented challenge and ignited a deep–seated desire within him.

“If we can’t agree, then I’m going to work,” she tried to end the conversation, her tone resolute..

Benson grasped her neck, forcing her to look up at him. His fingerelatee

skin, causing a tingling sensation

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penetrating as if seeing through her thoughts.

Yvonne sat on the cold island, feeling his grip on her neck. Her heart raced uncontrollably.

She lowered her eyes slightly, no longer meeting his gaze, her voice trembling yet firm, Benson, stop trying to change the subject. This isn’t about sincerity. Let me go.”

He candidly admitted he just wanted to maintain physical closeness with her, unrelated to their emotions.

Such honesty brought a wave of disappointment in Yvonne’s heart. She had once dreamed of a marriage full of love and sweetness with him.

However, reality was endless waiting and loneliness. Now, when she decided to stop waiting, he only wanted to stay close. No woman would feel happy in such a situation.

Her frequent pleas of “let go” and “no” had become their only form of communication.

She felt helpless and exhausted, not knowing how long these days would continue.

Benson reminisced about the times when she was all about him. Back then, her eyes only had him. Whenever he wanted to be close, she would happily embrace him, responding to every hug and kiss.

But time had changed everything. Since last night, the flame of desire within him hadn’t extinguished. He longed to feel her warmth and response again.

He eventually kissed her lips. The sudden kiss caught Yvonne off guard, and she quickly surrendered.

Her heart raced, her body instinctively responding to his kiss, as if returning to that loving time.

Just then, Maria walked out of the kitchen, exclaimed in surprise, “Oh, I didn’t see anything.. * and quickly retreated. Her appearance interrupted their intimacy, leaving Benson somewhat displeased.

He glanced at Yvonne’s flushed face, then carried her over his shoulder, heading upstairs.

Her body swayed on his shoulder. She panicked, hitting his shoulder, “Benson, are your crazy? Put me down.”

Her voice was filled with panic and unease.

He remained silent, his steps steady, declaring his determination.

Back in the room, he threw her onto the bed, his jawline tense, coldly saying, “I’m not crazy.”