Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 301

But when she tried to stand, her legs wouldn't cooperate. She stumbled, nearly collapsing to the floor.

"Careful!" The man in front of her instinctively reached out to steady her.

However, before his hand could even touch the hem of her clothes, a strong arm wrapped decisively around Yvonne's slender waist. With a sharp tug, her body was pulled uncontrollably into a hard, solid chest.

Her senses were flooded with a familiar, crisp scent, like the night air.

"Are you... her boyfriend?" the man asked tentatively, seeing the situation.

Yvonne's head was still spinning. She turned to look at Bennett beside her, shook her head, and said, "I don't know him."

"You don't know me?" Bennett sneered, the arm around her waist suddenly tightening until she could barely breathe, forcing her to struggle instinctively.

"Let the girl go. Even if you're trying to pick her up, we were here first," one of the men called out. "If you don't let go, we're calling the cops."

Bennett ignored them, his gaze fixed on Yvonne, his eyes radiating a terrifying chill.

Yvonne's mind was working slowly. She weighed the consequences of having the police arrest Bennett and ultimately decided to back down.

She knew there would be hell to pay if she let the police take Mr. Thompson away.

"It's a... a misunderstanding. He's my boyfriend. We were just messing around," Yvonne conceded.

"Oh, so it's just a couple's quarrel. Let's go, let's not meddle in their business." The men shrewdly stood up and returned to their seats.

Yvonne, however, was half-carried out of the bar by Bennett.

His car was parked right at the entrance. Bennett pulled open the back door, about to shove her in, but Yvonne angrily shook him off.

Their bodies were flush against each other, and she could clearly feel the wild, frantic beating of his heart against her chest.

It seemed this new body of hers couldn't handle alcohol well. She was already dizzy, and Bennett's kiss nearly suffocated her. For a moment, she thought she might actually die in his arms.

Presumably, Bennett had no intention of killing her, so he finally ended the kiss just before she passed out.

His long, cool fingers still gripped her chin firmly, his slightly rough thumb tracing over her kiss-swollen lips.

The man's eyes stared at her without blinking. It was a completely unfamiliar face, yet her every smile, every frown, was etched into his memory.

Bennett felt like he was truly being driven mad.

"Tell me, who are you?"