Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 219

Even without seeing her face, April was sure she didn't know the young woman. She smiled and asked, "Young lady, were you calling me? I don't believe we've met."

Yvonne froze. How could she have forgotten again? She wasn't that Yvonne anymore. April was no longer her professor.

As Yvonne hesitated, wondering how to explain herself, a deep, magnetic male voice sounded from behind her.

"Professor Martinez."

The voice was achingly familiar. Yvonne turned and saw Bennett's handsome face.

He was in his military uniform today, the collar buttoned up tight, giving him an inexplicably intense and authoritative presence.

"Bennett," April said, her eyes softening into a warm smile when she saw him.

Bennett exchanged a few pleasantries with April before his gaze fell on Yvonne.

His cool, searching eyes made Yvonne's heart flutter with unease.

"The young lady must have mistaken me for someone else," April said, smiling at Yvonne.

Bennett withdrew his gaze from Yvonne and said nothing more, instead opening the car door for April.

April had been Yvonne's beloved mentor, and she was on good terms with Bennett.

After Yvonne's death, Bennett would still occasionally visit April at the academy to share a meal.

April got into the passenger seat, and Bennett drove her to a nearby upscale restaurant, where they talked over dinner.

"What have you been up to? I haven't seen you in ages," April asked with a familiar smile.

"Bennett, don't mind my nagging, but you and Ms. Walker are a perfect match. You're almost thirty; it's time to settle down. Don't make your parents worry anymore," April persisted gently.

"My uncle must have put you up to this. Ever since my cousin passed away, he's been nagging me nonstop," Bennett said with a faint smile.

"Your uncle is just concerned about you," April said. For some reason, her expression grew complicated when Bennett mentioned his cousin, Flora Moore.

After dinner, Bennett drove April back to the academy. Yvonne was long gone.

Bennett didn't leave right away. He leaned against the side of his car, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and slowly lit one.

He smoked in silence, his dark eyes inscrutable, hiding his emotions.

After the cigarette burned down to the filter, he finally opened the car door and drove away.