Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 277

"Ms. Jones, Mr. Thompson asked me to take you home," Simon said, pulling up beside her and leaning out the window.

Yvonne hesitated for a moment, but thinking of her high heels and the seemingly endless downhill road ahead, she sensibly got into the car.

And at the same time.

At the Walker family's mansion, the banquet had just begun.

As the sole heir to the Thompson family, Bennett's status was unparalleled.

The Walker family was incredibly warm toward him, with even Mr. Walker Sr. being exceptionally cordial.

Bennett and Yolanda had been dating for a while—not a marathon, but not a short time either. The Walker family had been dropping hints, both subtle and direct, about their marriage.

Bennett was always tactful, his responses flawless. He managed to keep the Walkers from finding any fault while never giving them a definitive answer.

Yolanda was helping her family greet guests. Although she was only drinking fruit wine, she was a lightweight, and before the banquet was over, she was already drunk.

Bennett helped her back to her room.

They had both been drinking. The faint scent of alcohol on Bennett, mixed with his own crisp fragrance, was both pleasant and intoxicating.

Overcome with emotion, Yolanda stood on her toes to kiss his handsome, thin lips.

But Bennett suddenly turned and walked toward the coffee table. Yolanda's lips brushed against his cheek, missing their target.

She was a little dazed, unsure if he had done it on purpose or by accident.

The arm she held stiffened slightly, but his gaze remained gentle. "I have to get back to the base tonight. I have a mission tomorrow."

After speaking, he sat down on the edge of her bed. "You go to sleep. I'll leave after you've drifted off."

Looking at the man sitting by her bed, Yolanda felt a sweetness spread through her heart, as if it were filled with honey. Since they got together, he had always been good to her—attentive and considerate, the perfect boyfriend.

But when it came to physical intimacy, Bennett had always been a perfect gentleman. The most intimate they had ever been was holding hands a few times; they had never even kissed.

Yolanda had always assumed this was just the way soldiers behaved. But she couldn't help wondering: was he this restrained and reserved with his former girlfriend, the one he had loved so deeply?!

Probably due to the alcohol, Yolanda's head was spinning, and she fell asleep quickly, not even knowing when Bennett left.

She slept straight through until the next afternoon. When she woke up, her head still felt a little groggy.