Benson
Benson 196

Chapter 196 From Love to Immunity Against Hurt

Benson was about to join the Taylor Group, marking a significant leap in

his career.

However, the strict demands of professional life meant that any personal scandal could severely threaten his reputation.

Especially with his recent connection to Claire, whose emotional swings were becoming increasingly apparent.

If the media caught wind and exposed it, he would undoubtedly find himself in a precarious situation.

“I only stepped into the entertainment industry for you!”

Claire’s tearful words filled Benson with guilt but also helplessness, as her future seemed unusually dependent on him.

Her tears and laments always invisibly entwined his thoughts.

“You sold the company, so what am I supposed to do?” Her words were like fine needles, constantly pricking at Benson’s nerves.

Benson was troubled and hoped Yvonne would come to help him manage the situation and calm Claire down.

However, seeing Yvonne still engrossed in conversation with Jeremy, oblivious to his predicament, ignited a quiet fury within him.

It felt like a flame burning in his chest, making it hard for him to remain

calm.

After the banquet ended, they returned home together, and the car’s atmosphere was unusually heavy.

Benson’s mood had sunk to its lowest, and the night outside the car window seemed particularly oppressive.

The entire drive was silent, with only the sound of the car filling the void.

Occasionally, the distant noise of nightlife contrasted starkly with the

silence inside the car.

He kept sneaking glances at Yvonne, who was wearing an exquisite gown and had particularly elegant makeup, looking so beautiful it was hard to look away.

Benson felt both angry and helpless, knowing deep down he owed her.

The previous conflict had already strained their relationship, and he didn’t want to make it worse.

The silent pressure inside the car was suffocating. Benson took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

But the irritation in his heart was like soda being heated, ready to explode at any moment.

He wanted to explain, to tell Yvonne about his difficulties and feelings, but feared that opening his mouth would worsen the already bad atmosphere.

As soon as Benson got into the car, he couldn’t wait to lean toward Yvonne.

The atmosphere inside, initially softened by the night wind, suddenly turned tense and complicated as he attempted to kiss her.

His actions were gentle yet eager, but the short distance was filled with countless unknowns and chaos.

Yvonne’s words were like cold water from the north, mercilessly splashing onto Benson’s passionate feelings.

Just as his lips were about to touch hers, she spoke suddenly, her voice low, filled with doubt and reproach.

“In the lounge today, did you do that on purpose?”

This straightforward question halted Benson’s actions, his lips hovering just inches from hers.

At that moment, it felt as if time had stopped.

Benson felt a sense of powerless frustration envelop him, the flame in his heart igniting yet quickly cooling.

He pulled back slightly, his expression a mix of surprise and defensiveness, “Did Jeremy tell you?”

He attempted to uncover the true source of Yvonne’s displeasure.

Yvonne’s voice grew colder, her gaze as sharp as a knife, and even the cold wind seemed to cut deeper.

“He didn’t say anything. I’m just asking if you did it.”

Yvonne was clearly harboring significant doubts about his actions.

“No.” Benson’s answer was simple and direct.

But he sensed that Yvonne’s scrutinizing gaze hadn’t softened with this

response.

The air between them solidified like a thick frost, suffocating.

Yvonne remained silent, her gaze shifting to the window, the night lights passing by reflected her deep shadow.

Benson’s heart sank. He could feel the atmosphere between them

hardening into an impenetrable wall of ice.

“You trust him more than me?” Benson spoke again, his tone tinged with helplessness and grievance.

“Today’s situation wouldn’t have been so dramatic without Jeremy’s influence.”

“Benson, where’s the evidence? Without proof, don’t act crazy. He’s my client now, so please be professional.”

Yvonne’s voice revealed clear irritation.

To her, BR was extremely important to Caesar Group, and she had to maintain her working relationship with Jeremy, both professionally and personally.

Her words clearly indicated that there was nothing between them beyond a professional relationship.

Benson knew that further arguing would only harm their relationship, so he

Chapter 196 From Love to homunity Against Hunt

chose silence.

The atmosphere inside the car grew heavier and more oppressive.

After a long silence, Benson spoke again, trying to break the tension,” Yvonne, if it were the old you, how would you talk to me about this problem?”

Yvonne’s expression wavered slightly as she turned to him.

Her eyes carried complex emotions: “The old me, Benson… did you like that?”

“You grew so tired of seeing me that you escaped abroad for three years. So let’s not make such assumptions. I can’t go back to that.”

Benson felt a sharp pain in his heart. He looked deeply into her eyes, his voice low and tinged with a sob.

“If it weren’t for that car accident, we wouldn’t be like this.”

His words carried deep helplessness and sadness, the night deepening as the car’s air seemed to solidify with weight.

Benson gazed at her powerlessly.

All his rationality and calm vanished in that moment. He knew he could

have arrived earlier.

He could have been there when she needed help most, making her feel

less alone.

Instead, he was now just waiting outside the emergency room, unable to do anything for her.

Yvonne suddenly smiled, a smile tinged with subtle sorrow and

helplessness.

“Benson, you still don’t understand what I’ve been concerned about since I

first asked for a divorce.”

His heart chilled instantly at her words.

The affection for her, the care and tenderness for her, were hidden in the

little things of daily life.

However, he had never given her these

Jewelry worth millions, lavish gifts–these couldn’t replace the deep care and devotion someone could give her.

The Taylor family parents gave her that, Marcus gave her that, even little Emma could sense her sadness and struggle.

Yet only Benson had never managed that.

He always claimed to like her, said he would do anything for her.

But in reality, he always had his own reservations and boundaries, unable to act entirely with her wishes.

Yvonne looked at him, her gaze filled with calm and determination.

“Benson, since I first asked for a divorce, I’ve had enough.

I admit, I loved you deeply, and I admit, even now, your decisions still hurt

me…

But I need time to let my heart and body become immune to the pain you

cause…

She paused for a moment before continuing.

“If you hadn’t kept threatening me, we’d already be divorced…

No car accident, no entanglements.

Really… in St. George, when you made that choice, we were done… with no room for reconciliation. Now, everything is just a transaction.“