Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 205

“Yvonne, time for your milk. Drink up and get some rest. You still need to take it easy. I’ll make you a special nourishing soup in the morning.”

Helen walked over with a glass of warm milk, her face beaming.

Yvonne took the milk and thanked her sincerely. “Thank you, Helen. I’ll be leaving tomorrow. I appreciate you taking care of me all this time.”

Knowing Yvonne was leaving, Helen had made sure to call and inform Bennett.

Bennett returned to the Cherry Bay apartment late that night.

Yvonne woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty. As she went to the kitchen for a glass of water, she saw a tall figure on the living room sofa. He was completely enveloped in darkness, his head leaning back against the cushions, fast asleep.

Yvonne stared at him for a moment before turning back to her room and retrieving a blanket from the closet.

She walked over to Bennett, moving quietly. Just as she was about to cover him with the blanket, his eyes suddenly snapped open, and he grabbed her wrist.

Before Yvonne could react, the world spun, and she found herself pinned beneath him on the sofa.

The faint smell of alcohol hung in the air. He had been drinking, which made his presence even more intense and cold. It felt familiar, yet strangely foreign.

Bennett’s dark eyes stared into hers. After a moment, he released her and sat up straight, murmuring a detached, “Sorry.”

Yvonne shook her head to show it was okay. She then bent down to pick up the blanket from the floor. “Since you’re awake, you should go sleep in your room. You’ll catch a cold out here.”

“Mm,” Bennett replied with a faint hum, his eyes flicking up to meet hers.

Yvonne remained standing in front of him. “George is under police surveillance now, so he won’t be a threat to me for the time being. I want to go back to the Spencer estate for a bit.”

Bennett listened, paused for a moment, and then said, “Suit yourself.”

“The Rogers family is taking this weekend’s engagement party very seriously. They’ve booked an entire hotel. Our Queena is so fortunate.”

Teresa held Queena’s hand, looking the picture of a loving mother and daughter.

George added, “Are the dress and jewelry all sorted out? They have to be the best. When my daughter gets married, especially into such a prestigious family, we can’t afford to be careless.”

“Everything’s been taken care of. Oscar came with me to pick them out himself. The dress is haute couture, and the jewelry is a limited edition from a top luxury brand. Oscar is so good to me,”

Queena said shyly.

George nodded in satisfaction. He then turned to Teresa and said, “I’m planning to give Queena twenty percent of Nexus Media’s shares and half of our family’s assets as her wedding gifts. After all, she’s marrying into the esteemed Rogers family. Her wedding gifts can’t be too shabby.”

Teresa was visibly stunned.