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Chapter 153 The Thanksgiving Bouquet Dispute

She was acutely aware of the warmth from Benson’s hand.

The warmth seeped through her thin clothing, spreading to her skin, making her heart uneasy.

She glanced at him, noticing an indescribable emotion in his deep. eyes, just as the phone connected.

“Yvonne?” Jeremy’s voice came through the phone, tinged with a hint of surprise and gentleness.

“Jeremy… Happy Thanksgiving,” Yvonne responded, her voice slightly tense.

She could feel Benson’s hand sliding from her lower back to her front, pulling her tightly into his embrace, as if declaring his possession.

“Miss Yvonne, how thoughtful of you,” Jeremy responded politely, with a hint of pleasure in his voice.

After a brief silence, Yvonne continued, “Jeremy, thank you for the

flowers.”

Her tone was a bit stiff, but filled with gratitude.

Jeremy’s delighted laughter came through the phone. “I saw the same flowers on your Facebook cover; it was a thank–you for the gift you gave me last time.”

Hearing this, Benson smirked coldly. He thought Jeremy was indeed scheming, subtly showing his affection for Yvonne.

Benson’s hand moved to Yvonne’s ear, biting her earlobe with

some force.

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Yvonne couldn’t help but let out a light gasp, her body trembling

slightly.

A blush spread across her cheeks, seemingly embarrassed by his teasing.

Standing by the floor–to–ceiling window, Jeremy was momentarily stunned, then smiled, “Yvonne, Happy Thanksgiving.”

After hanging up, Yvonne turned to look at Benson. He stood in front of her, his eyes filled with a hint of provocation, and an innocent smile on his lips, “What’s the matter?”

“Matthew and William came to play with you, didn’t they? Is it appropriate to leave them?” Her tone was gentle, but with a hint of reproach.

Her voice echoed in the room, the warm light reflecting on her face, making her expression particularly soft yet firm.

Yvonne didn’t want to make him angry on Thanksgiving, especially since having a man send her flowers on this holiday was indeed.

inappropriate.

She knew she hadn’t handled it well. She tried to appease him, attempting to calm his anger.

Benson was taken aback, seeing her gentle demeanor, his heart softened slightly. Her gentle way of speaking gave him a sense of being conquered.

Her tone carried a hint of reproach, yet it was filled with deep care and gentleness.

He lowered his head to kiss her, but Yvonne pushed him away, speaking softly, “Everyone is waiting for you, and you’re still messing around?”

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She looked around, seeing the bright lights, the festive decorations. all around.

The table was filled with snacks and drinks, the crisp sound of mahjong tiles mixed with the laughter of friends, creating a lively holiday atmosphere.

Despite her nervousness, she also felt a bit of anticipation.

Benson wrapped his arms around her, letting her sit in his lap. His body pressed against hers, giving her a sense of security.

Matthew handed him a cigarette, which Benson held in his mouth without lighting, the smoke curling around him, giving off a lazy and casual vibe.

The smoke floated in the air, adding a touch of mystery.

Yvonne didn’t know the rules of mahjong, and when the tiles were placed in her hands, they felt like hot potatoes.

She was clueless, helplessly looking back at Benson, her eyes filled with confusion and unease.

Her fingers trembled slightly, trying to find a solution but feeling lost.

Benson smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist, looking down at her.

Gently guiding her hand, he said, “You can play this tile now.”

His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of reassurance, seemingly transferring confidence and courage to her through his tone.

But every time Yvonne played a tile it either got picked up by someone else or eaten by them.

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Her tone was slightly anxious but mostly a gentle reminder.

Her eyes sparkled with a bit of stubbornness, as if expressing her feelings.

Benson reluctantly held her in his arms, rubbing against her neck, inhaling the fragrance of her hair mixed with her body warmth, which made him feel at ease.

This intimate contact relaxed him a lot. He reluctantly said, “Shall we play mahjong?”

He looked down at her, his gaze seemingly hooked, drawing her heart.

Her face appeared especially soft under the light, that sweet expression making Benson want to stay a little longer.

“I don’t know how, you go ahead.” Yvonne gently pushed him away, her tone slightly coquettish.

Her voice was soft like she was acting spoiled, but with a hint of helplessness.

Just then, Matthew called from downstairs, “Bro, are you ready yet?

His slightly impatient voice interrupted their intimate moment.

Benson smiled helplessly, pulling her hand, “Coming, coming, I can teach you if you don’t know.”

His voice carried a bit of teasing, as if finding some amusement in

Yvonne’s situation.

Yvonne was pulled to sit at the mahjong table, reluctantly sitting down.

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Her brows furrowed, looking a bit frustrated and helpless. Her face showed traces of defeat, and her eyes flashed with confusion.

Benson just raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly, comforting her,” It’s okay, take your time.”

His tone was relaxed, as if everything was under control, making

her feel a bit more at ease.

After a few rounds, the opponents won.

Benson generously paid the money, laughing carelessly, with a bit of openness and nonchalance, as if losing was no big deal.

After several rounds, Yvonne turned back, looking at Benson in surprise, feeling he was doing it on purpose.

She was a bit puzzled, wondering if Benson was intentionally making things difficult for her.

When Benson met her gaze, his deep eyes still carried an innocent and reassuring look.

“Don’t worry, let’s try again.”

His hand gently touched her shoulder, the warmth giving her al sense of comfort and dependence.

Those eyes seemed to have a magic, able to penetrate her heart, bringing peace and reassurance.

The more this happened, the more Yvonne sensed his intentionality.

That bouquet, he didn’t seem to be as indifferent as he appeared.

She had a vague feeling that his attitude and actions hid some unknown emotions, but she couldn’t quite grasp it.

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Her thoughts began to become chaotic, her heart filled with various complex emotions.

After losing several more rounds, Matthew and William won a lot, happily waiting for her to play another tile.

Although Yvonne still didn’t understand the rules, she no longer sought Benson’s help.

She now knew how to complete a hand, but in doing so, she lost a few more rounds.

Her fingers hovered over the tiles, unsure of what to choose.

Despite her unease, she still tried to focus, wanting to make up for her previous mistakes.

Benson propped himself up on both sides of her, watching her profile. Under the light, her face glowed like jade, her hair giving off a faint fragrance.

Her whole being was slender yet soft, quite captivating.

Benson just watched her, not helping her play anymore, also

wanting to see her win a hand.

Yvonne focused, following everyone round by round, picking tiles.