Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 269

Ben, I'm sorry. If it's possible to love after death, then I will still love you.

There were several dried tear stains on the paper, left from when Yvonne had been crying as she wrote it.

The letter had clearly been read countless times since it reached Bennett; the edges of the paper were worn and frayed.

And at the very bottom of the letter, in Bennett's handwriting, were the words: I have been a staunch materialist my whole life, but for you, I hope there is a next one.

Yvonne tried her best to hold it in, but tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

Just then, she heard Helen's footsteps approaching the door.

Yvonne quickly wiped her tears, folded the letter, put it back in the envelope, and placed it back where she found it.

Helen walked in at that exact moment, carrying a bowl of warm, sobering soup.

Yvonne was about to tell her that Bennett was already asleep and probably didn't need the soup.

But Helen spoke first. "Young Master, you're awake. Perfect. Drink this soup while it's warm."

Yvonne froze, feeling as though she'd turned to stone.

After a long moment, she slowly turned her head. Bennett was sitting on the edge of the bed, sipping the soup, looking perfectly normal.

Yvonne's mind went blank. She had no idea when he had woken up, if he was sober, or if he had seen her reading the letter. She even wondered if he would throw her out for prying into his secrets.

But after finishing the soup, Bennett said nothing. Without so much as a glance at Yvonne, he lay back down on the bed.

"The young master is going to rest. Ms. Jones, let's go back to our rooms," Helen said, taking the empty bowl in one hand and guiding Yvonne out with the other.

That night, Yvonne tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

But when she saw Yvonne, her expression shifted from surprise to a flicker of barely concealed resentment.

"Ms. Jones, what are you doing in Bennett's home?"

Her hair was down, and she was in loungewear; she had clearly spent the night.

"I..." Yvonne started to explain, but Bennett was already walking over from inside.

"Yolanda, what are you doing here?" he asked, his tone gentle and affectionate.

Yolanda smiled softly at Bennett. "I was on my way to a concert and passed by, so I thought I'd stop in. Did I come at a bad time?"

As she spoke, her gaze instinctively flickered toward Yvonne.