Benson
Benson 200

Chapter 200 Silence and Care

Benson was biting on his cigarette, and the wheel of the lighter in his hand made a faint “click” sound in the darkness.

Then, the orange flame suddenly flickered, and at the moment it lit the tobacco, smoke started to rise slowly.

The faint smell of smoke, combined with his handsome face, appeared and disappeared within the gray–white haze.

In an instant, he seemed more profound and mysterious, as if hiding countless untold stories.

The light in the office was dim–not the kind that dazzled the eyes but just enough to reflect the tranquility of the night outside and the warmth inside.

It shone on Benson’s face, making his features appear more refined.

He seemed like a meticulously crafted piece of art, with each angle emitting a different luster.

“Why are you still here?” Benson’s voice was deep, with an indescribable

weariness.

He frowned slightly, looking at Yvonne with a complicated gaze, mixed with a bit of inquiry and helplessness.

Yvonne sat behind the desk opposite him, her eyes fixed on him through the smoke–filled space.

She found that, despite smoking being a decadent and potentially harmful habit, Benson displayed an unruly yet elegant beauty–a combination of sexiness and grace, almost the embodiment of allure.

The smoke lingered between them, as if draping Benson’s figure in a mysterious veil, making his presence even more profound and irresistible.

Yvonne couldn’t help but sigh in her heart: it’s true, people often follow their senses more than their principles! She muttered about her own helplessness and little inner struggle.

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She softly said, “Oh,” without continuing to ask, and turned her gaze back to her computer screen.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, producing crisp and continuous typing sounds.

The characters on the screen jumped, reflecting her focused working mood.

Benson didn’t say anything more at this point. He lazily leaned back in his swivel chair, crossing his legs, as the smoke occasionally rose from his cigarette.

He exuded an air of nonchalance about worldly opinions, a completely relaxed yet tasteful attitude.

On the desk, a cup of already cold coffee released a faint aroma,

coexisting with a pile of folders that testified to the passage of time and the tension of work.

Outside, the night deepened, and the neon lights poured through the half- open window, adding a touch of tranquility and poetic atmosphere to the small space.

The two of them, amid the interplay of light and shadow in the room, fell into their own thoughts.

Time seemed to stretch, long enough to almost touch the silence and distance in each other’s hearts.

He looked at her quietly through the blue smoke, his eyes deep as if pondering something.

Yvonne could feel his gaze, feeling inexplicably uneasy inside.

The office atmosphere became tense without anyone noticing, as if an invisible pressure filled the air.

She thought to herself, why doesn’t Benson just go home if he has no work? What’s he doing here?

She shook her head, trying to focus and not think about irrelevant things.

Before Benson finished his cigarette, the phone rang.

He picked up the phone and walked toward the sofa, his back looking somewhat tired.

While answering the phone, he mostly responded with “Hmm” and didn’t say much else.

The voice on the other end was faintly urgent and serious, and his brow furrowed slightly as if considering something important.

After the call, he lay directly on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

The sofa was long, but his height forced one of his legs to bend, making him look somewhat cramped.

His shirt collar was slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone, and his breathing was steady and deep.

Yvonne wanted to tell him to go home and rest, but remembering he was neither her employee nor colleague, she ultimately didn’t say anything.

Since they talked openly, there had been a layer of estrangement and unfamiliarity between them.

No one intended it, but the barrier was real, like an invisible wall.

She pulled her attention back to work, continuing with her tasks and ignoring Benson.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the busyness, and by the time she finished her work, it was already 2 AM.

She stretched tiredly, feeling a wave of soreness.

She walked to the sofa, looking at Benson sleeping soundly.

He looked softer in his sleep, lacking the usual sternness.

Yvonne lowered her gaze, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, ” Benson, I’m going home. Are you sleeping here tonight?”

Her voice was gentle, but it was especially clear in the quiet office.

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Benson opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, “I’ll catch a ride with you home.”

His voice had a hint of hoarseness, clearly just waking up.

Yvonne nodded and didn’t say anything else.

They silently packed their things and left the office without a word, heading to the parking garage to get the car.

The garage lights were dim, with only a few bulbs casting a faint glow on the long corridor.

Their footsteps echoed in the silent garage, sounding particularly clear.

Yvonne was about to get into the driver’s seat when Benson suddenly spoke, “I’ll drive.” His voice was low and firm, as if leaving no room for refusal.

She was indeed very sleepy, so she obediently handed over the keys.

After getting in the car, she leaned against the passenger seat, gazing out the window.

The city at night was especially beautiful under the neon lights, and the trees along the street swayed gently in the breeze as if whispering.

Benson drove, focused on the road ahead.

His profile appeared especially rugged and handsome in the car’s dim light.

He didn’t speak or look for a topic, just quietly drove the car.

The car’s atmosphere was peaceful and cozy, with only the engine’s low rumble and the wheels rolling over the road.

Yvonne, weary, leaned against the window, initially trying to stay awake and enjoy the night view but soon fell asleep in the car’s warm ambiance.

Her face showed a hint of fatigue, and her fair skin seemed to have a faint glaze under the streetlights, appearing especially soft and beautiful.

Benson glanced at the already sleeping Yvonne.

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Her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, dense and beautiful.

He felt a rush of complex emotions in his heart, his gaze returning to the road ahead, continuing to drive quietly!

The car pulled into the parking space at home, with Yvonne tilting her head against the passenger seat, still asleep.

At the end of the month, the weather in Las Vegas had slightly warmed up, and her gray sweater highlighted her long and graceful neck.

The light from the street lamps spilled onto her face, making her look particularly captivating.

Benson looked at her, memories surfacing in his mind.

Those nights, she lay in his arms, tilting her neck in the same way, welcoming his kisses.

She used to hold his face, forehead against his, and say, “Benson, I really like you.”

Back then, her eyes were full of love and tenderness, but for various reasons, he couldn’t reciprocate her feelings.

He just looked at her quietly, his jaw tense, his eyes showing a hint of pain and struggle.

His body was tightly wound, uncomfortable as if enduring something. His heart ached, filled with indescribable pain.

“Yvonne, do you really not want me anymore?”

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