Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 226

How could she not want to marry him? But her undercover mission wasn't over. She had to force herself to say no.

The diamond ring had been custom-made by a world-renowned designer, one of a kind. Just as he was about to slip it onto her ring finger, Yvonne, swallowing her pain, pulled her hand back.

She said so many cruel things. She told him that even if Colin died, she would never be with him. That the very sight of him disgusted her.

They had a terrible fight. Bennett looked truly heartbroken, as if he were about to shatter. With tears in his eyes, he told her to get out.

He said he never wanted to see her again.

And then she died. That moment truly became their final farewell.

Yvonne was lost in the sorrow of her memories, her hands on her lap clenching into tight fists.

A warm hand suddenly covered hers. It was slender and elegant, with well-defined knuckles, yet firm and hot to the touch.

Yvonne flinched, instinctively turning to the man beside her.

He was looking at her, his dark eyes vacant. He was looking at her, but it felt like he was seeing through her, to someone else.

“Vonnie,” Bennett murmured suddenly.

Yvonne’s body trembled. She looked at him in shock, only to see that his eyes were unfocused.

Bennett had drunk just as much as Bruce. He only appeared sober; in reality, he was already drunk.

“Vonnie, I miss you,” Bennett whispered, his thick eyelashes glistening with moisture.

His handsome face drew closer, their breaths mingling in the air.

Yvonne’s mind went blank for a second. Logic told her to push him away, but her body refused to obey, yearning to be closer, just a little closer.

She had just taken Bullet for a walk around the complex and was about to head upstairs when she noticed Bennett's car parked there.

Helen had assumed Bennett was in the driver's seat, not Yvonne.

“Mr. Bennett Thompson is drunk, so I drove him home. You’re just in time. Could you help me get him upstairs?” Yvonne said as she opened her door and got out.

She and Helen walked around to the other side of the car.

But Bennett had already opened his door and was getting out with perfect composure. He leaned his tall frame against the car, and apart from his slightly bloodshot eyes, he showed no signs of being drunk.

It seemed he didn't need her help after all.

“Since Mr. Bennett Thompson seems to have sobered up, I’ll be heading back now,” Yvonne said, offering the car keys to Helen.