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Chapter 201 Marriage Dilemmas

When Yvonne opened her eyes, it felt as if she was falling into a deep, endless black hole.

Her gaze immediately connected with Benson’s dark, unfathomable eyes, as if they wanted to swallow her whole

He was leaning an

her.

the car seat, slightly lowering his head to look at

The light streaming in through the car window cast shadows on his face, giving his serious gaze an intimidating quality that was hard to ignore.

“What did you say?” Benson’s voice was deep and subtle, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.

“I didn’t say anything,” Yvonne responded hastily, a hint of tension in her

voice.

Yvonne softly said, “Oh,” and looked up to meet his gaze again, finding Benson still staring at her intensely.

Maybe it was the dim lighting in the car or perhaps the depth of his eyes, but she felt an indescribable pressure under his gaze.

Every little movement of hers seemed to be magnified, struggling within an unexplainable fear and unease.

At that moment, she mechanically turned her body, her hand reaching for the car door handle.

However, in that instant, Benson’s hand silently came over, covering hers. The undeniable warmth and presence surrounded her tightly.

Yvonne’s heartbeat suddenly sped up as she looked up to face Benson’s sharp, knife–like gaze.

“What are you… going to do?” Her voice trembled slightly, trying to disguise her anxiety and nervousness.

He didn’t answer, and the silence made the atmosphere in the car event more ambiguous and oppressive.

Yvonne’s feelings were complicated, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that stormy night.

It was as if history was repeating itself, as Benson had once gazed at her with the same passion and complexity.

Yvonne reached out, trying to create an invisible barrier between them, her eyes lowered to avoid meeting his gaze again.

Benson’s gaze remained fixed on her. Just waking up, Yvonne looked a bit dazed and pure, with a charming allure.

Benson quietly observed her, noticing her full and enticing lips, feeling a surge of inexplicable impulse.

He knew that if he made a move, even if Yvonne resisted in her heart, she wouldn’t really push him away.

Having been tempered by the outside world’s marketplace, she had long learned how to hide her emotions.

When facing external grievances and dilemmas, she always responded calmly, especially when it came to her husband’s closeness.

Hearing her earlier sarcastic words, at most, it was just business as usual.

While Benson pondered, he suddenly released the seatbelt with a crisp click” that cut through the car’s awkward and ambiguous atmosphere.

Yvonne felt relieved and quickly regained her composure. “Thank you!” she said, her gratitude tinged with complex emotions.

However, Benson sat back in his seat, his gaze deep and seemingly without any intention of leaving.

Yvonne immediately understood his intention and proceeded to open the car door and get out.

Maria had been standing at the intricately carved door of the mansion for quite a while.

Her brow was furrowed, her eyes filled with worry as she looked toward the spacious parking lot, where only a few leaves silently skittered across the asphalt.

The crimson sunset cast its last golden rays on the Mercedes‘ window, but inside the car, there was still no movement.

It had been half an hour, and the owners, Yvonne and Benson, had not yet stepped out of the car.

Maria quietly wondered if there was a new conflict between the two. Such situations were rare in the past, but recently, every time the couple

returned from an outing, they stayed in the car longer and longer.

Silence and heaviness seemed to have become regular guests between them.

Finally, the car door opened, and Yvonne slipped out like a shadow, carrying deep exhaustion and a hint of impatience.

Her steps were unsteady, and she seemed particularly heavy. Every footstep echoed in the silent air, as if even her breathing was mixed with an invisible burden.

As she gently closed the car door, the faint “ding” sound seemed to draw a temporary conclusion to the tense standoff in the car.

Maria’s heart clenched, sensing the anxiety and helplessness hidden in Yvonne’s heart.

Maria stepped forward, her footsteps light to avoid startling the already emotionally drained lady. Her voice was gentle, with a hint of concern but still warm, “Ma’am, you’re back late today. Do you need something to eat?”

Yvonne paused, not turning around, her voice wrapped in fatigue and indifference: “No need, ask him if he wants to eat.”

When mentioning Benson’s name, her tone was almost cold. She turned and walked toward the mansion, disappearing behind the lavish staircase, leaving Maria with a series of questions and thoughts about the couple’s relationship.

Chapter 201 Marriage Dilemmas

A few minutes later, the car door was pushed open again. Benson emerged from the car slower than usual. His every movement was deliberate and weary, as if even lifting his feet required effort. Wearing a crisp suit, he couldn’t hide the fatigue and worry on his face.

His movements were noticeably slower than usual, his coat casually draped over his arm, making him appear somewhat weak.

Maria frowned slightly and approached with concern, “Sir, are you feeling unwell?”

Benson pressed his lips together, trying to maintain a calm expression, “In the future, if we come back late, please go ahead and rest. No need to wait for us.

His voice was steady, but it revealed a hint of exhaustion.

Maria nodded, but her eyes unintentionally caught the unusual disarray at the front of Benson’s clothing.

Standing at the end of the spacious corridor, Maria watched Benson slowly ascend the stairs, her weathered eyes filled with concern and

confusion.

Older as she was, she had witnessed many couples transform from sweetness to estrangement, each time like a silent suffering.

When she saw the two of them facing each other with such cold demeanor, she couldn’t help but feel a bit sad.

Her cheeks flushed with an embarrassed blush. She gently shook her head, secretly sighing, feeling sorry for the couple who seemed perfect to outsiders.

In her heart, she thought, “Everywhere you look, this young couple seems like a match made in heaven–matched in appearance, equally talented- how did it come to this?”

Maria felt a deep sense of regret and reluctance. She knew that even with her broad experience and wisdom, she couldn’t intervene to solve their problems. All she could do was silently pray that time would bring some

change to this relationship.

In her room, Yvonne was still thinking about that moment in the car earlier. The words, filled with resentment, seemed to echo in her ears.

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

That tone, that emotion, was so inconsistent with the usually calm and controlling Benson.

She shook her head, trying to clear away the chaotic thoughts.

The morning sun gently poured through the white curtains, casting dappled light on the dining table.

Yvonne sat at the table, holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Her gaze occasionally drifted to the empty seat across from her, where Benson should have been.

After finishing her breakfast, the silence and emptiness of the house filled her with doubt, as if the words she hadn’t spoken last night still echoed in her ears.

With hesitant steps, she climbed the stairs toward Benson’s room, each step seemingly pressing heavily on her heart.

Standing in front of his door, Yvonne’s hand hovered for a moment before she finally decided to gently knock.

Her voice carried a hint of softness and uncertainty, “Benson, are you going to work today? Do you need a ride?”

Her tone seemed to be probing, almost as if she for some

form of release.

was.