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Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 139

“Mr. Bennett Thompson seems so cold,” Rachel whispered. “I was almost too scared to breathe when he was sitting here.”

“Don’t mind him. He’s just a bit repressed,” Thomas joked with a wink.

“Why did he leave so suddenly? I hope we didn’t say something wrong,” Rachel fretted.

“It’s his rare day off. He probably went to see his girlfriend,” Thomas explained. “But don’t worry, this meal is still on his tab. Order whatever you want—the more expensive, the better. Don’t hold back.”

“We have more than enough food. Anything more would be a waste,” Rachel said, then her expression turned gossipy. “I heard Mr. Bennett Thompson’s girlfriend is the heiress of the Walker family.”

“Your sources are pretty good,” Thomas replied, indirectly confirming it.

“Well, that’s a perfect match,” Rachel sighed.

Yvonne remained silent, picking at her food without much appetite. After a few bites, she set down her fork.

“You’re not eating much. Is the food not to your liking?” Thomas asked, his concerned gaze on her.

“No, it’s delicious. I’m just full,” Yvonne said. She dabbed her lips with a napkin and stood up. “Thank you for the wonderful meal. I’m a bit tired, so I’m going to head back to the base now.”

There was only one upscale restaurant near the base, so it wasn’t that surprising. But Queena covered her mouth dramatically, feigning shock.

“What, you think I’m stalking you again?” Yvonne laughed coldly. “I was here first.”

“Who knows? Maybe you found out Matt’s schedule in advance,” Queena muttered, tightening her grip on Matthew’s arm.

“That’s right, Yvonne,” Daisy added. “You probably heard Mr. Gonzalez’s company is about to go public and now you regret breaking off the engagement, don’t you?”

Matthew’s gaze fell on Yvonne. She was wearing a simple pink t-shirt and a white skirt, her hair in a bun that exposed the graceful curve of her neck. Despite the simple outfit, she looked stunning. A flicker of admiration crossed his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a look of arrogance. “It’s too late for regrets now. You can’t turn back time.”

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