Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 257

After Thomas parked, he and Yvonne got out of the car.

It was only then that Yvonne realized Thomas' “friends” were Oscar and Queena, along with Bennett and Yolanda.

Yvonne froze.

She wondered if it was too late to back out.

Since marrying into the Rogers family, Queena had become remarkably quiet, a testament to the family's methods of breaking people in.

She kept her head down, looking meek and barely speaking a word.

Yolanda, on the other hand, greeted them cheerfully. “Thomas, Ms. Jones.”

She then winked at Thomas and teased, “I always knew you were pursuing Ms. Jones, but Bennett didn't believe me. So, Thomas, is she your girlfriend now?”

Thomas glanced at Yvonne and smiled warmly. “The revolution is not yet won.”

“Oh, a beauty like Ms. Jones must be hard to win over. You’ll have to try harder, Thomas,” Yolanda replied with a radiant smile.

Yvonne kept her stunning, fox-like eyes slightly lowered, her expression calm and detached, offering nothing to the conversation.

After teasing Thomas for a bit and getting no reaction from Yvonne, Yolanda gave up.

Bennett, standing beside Yolanda, simply greeted Thomas and didn't spare Yvonne a single glance before walking past them towards the shore.

A private yacht was moored at the edge of the water.

Soon, the group boarded the yacht. It moved slowly, gliding leisurely across the sea. Thomas and Oscar took out fishing rods and started fishing from the deck.

Queena sat obediently by Oscar's side, occasionally handing him water or fruit.

As Thomas entered the cabin, he sensed a strange tension in the air but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Bennett and Yvonne were separated by a clear distance, not speaking or even making eye contact, yet there was an inexplicable, invisible bond between them.

“Why aren't you out on the deck enjoying the breeze?” Thomas asked, walking over to Yvonne.

Yvonne replied, “I don't want to get a sunburn.”

“So delicate,” Thomas teased with a helpless smile.

“Can't help it. I make a living with my face,” Yvonne retorted without looking up from her game.

Bennett finished his water, tossed the cup into the recycling bin, and walked back outside.