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Chapter 147 The Little Guardian
Benson stood at the door, his expression grim, having just received an urgent call from Andrew.
The news hit him like a bolt of lightning: Claire had used her connections with the Andrews family to delay Eurasia Jewelry’s announcement of their new spokesperson by two days.
This unexpected change tightened Benson’s chest, knowing Yvonne might misunderstand.
The cool night air and streetlights cast his solitary figure in stark
relief.
He took a deep breath as he stepped into Yvonne’s house, the air
thick with a subtle tension.
Trying to keep his voice steady and firm, he said, “I had nothing to do with that brand endorsement issue. Really.”
Yvonne stood silently in the center of the living room, her expression like a frozen lake–cold and unapproachable.
The soft lighting in the room bathed the furniture in a warm glow, contrasting sharply with her icy demeanor.
Benson continued, “Mr. Donald is a man of principles. He has always kept the endorsement decisions in his own hands, not influenced by any external factors.”
His gaze was steady, sincere, trying to convey his honesty.
Yvonne remained silent, turning away and walking deeper into the house with determined steps.
Her straight defiant back, and long hair glowing faintly in the light,
resembled a cold, elegant painting.
Benson quickly followed and grabbed her wrist, his voice firm, “We need to talk.”
“No,” she replied simply and directly, her tone filled with clear rejection and defensiveness.
Benson’s gaze hardened, and his grip tightened unconsciously, displaying a hint of control.
“Do you want your mother to see us fighting?” His tone was tinged with an undeniable threat and a bit of helplessness.
Yvonne was startled by his sudden move and tone, a flicker of fear crossing her eyes before quickly regaining her composure.
She forced a faint smile, biting her lip.
It was clear that Benson knew how to leverage emotions to press her.
They went outside, the winter wind biting. Yvonne, wearing little, hugged herself, waiting for him to speak.
Her figure looked fragile in the cold wind but exuded resilience.
Benson watched her for a moment, then took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.
The warm coat, carrying his body heat, immediately dispelled her
chill.
Yvonne didn’t refuse; she even pulled the collar tighter.
She curled up in his coat, looking so endearing that it lifted his mood a bit.
“You schemed against me to prevent Mary from getting the role in
Urban Escape, and then you acted like it didn’t matter afterward. What about my pride? So I discussed it with Mr. Donald, hoping you’d come to me,” Benson said, his tone carrying a mix of
helplessness and self–mockery.
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He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his gesture tender and intimate.
Yvonne looked up at him, her clear eyes filled with confusion and questioning.
Her gaze made him uneasy as if she could see through all his thoughts.
“Every man has his pride. I won’t let Claire sign with my company,” he continued.
She remained silent, just looking at him with a complex emotion in her eyes.
He stepped closer, gently hugging her. “Can you just consider me a man you’re somewhat interested in?”
His voice was low and soft, filled with a mix of pleading and hope.
Yvonne hesitated, knowing well what he meant to her.
She stopped resisting, and they walked back to the house together.
On the way home, her heart was filled with turmoil and.
contradictions.
“I came back again. Could you show a bit more interest in me?”
Benson’s presence thrilled Yvonne’s mother the most.
Knowing his preferences, Susan had prepared all his favorite light dishes.
serious and slightly tense, reflecting her uneasy mood.
The soft light highlighted her focused face, adding a touch of solemnity.
Little Emma silently approached Yvonne from behind, suddenly wrapping her small arms around her.
Yvonne stiffened at the warm embrace, then put down her work and turned to face her tiny intruder.
Little Emma buried her face in Yvonne’s neck.
“Can’t you give Uncle Benson another chance?” she pleaded, her voice full of hope.
Yvonne smiled, gently pinching Emma’s soft cheek.
“Are you being a messenger for Uncle Benson?” Her tone filled with undeniable affection.
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Emma shook her head earnestly, “Not for Uncle Benson, for myself.”
“For you?” Yvonne looked at her in surprise, not understanding.
Emma hugged her tighter. “I like you and don’t want you to leave our home,” she said, her voice full of childlike dependency.
“Uncle Benson used to be blind and couldn’t see how wonderful
you are, but now I think his eyes are getting a bit better,” Emma’s words made Yvonne laugh.
“I’ll think about it,” Yvonne promised gently, her eyes full of affection.
After bathing, Yvonne tucked Emma into bed, ensuring she was cozy before heading to her own room.
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Inside, Benson sat quietly on the sofa, deep in thought with a book
in his hand.
Yvonne didn’t disturb him and went straight to the bathroom.
After washing away the day’s fatigue, she dried her hair and lay in bed, Emma’s words echoing in her mind.
Not long after, Benson finished his reading and climbed into bed, his voice low and gentle, “Do you want to?”
Yvonne turned to face him, her expression hesitant, then half- jokingly asked, “Benson, are you trying to soften me up because you need something?”
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