Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 375

"Young Master, you're back. Yvonne, you should stay for dinner too. I'll make a couple more dishes."

"Thank you, Helen," Bennett replied warmly. He then bent down and naturally took a pair of women's slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them in front of Yvonne.

Yvonne paused for a moment before putting them on.

Back when they were together, Bennett had always been like this, taking care of her in every little way.

Helen was still cooking in the kitchen.

Bennett and Yvonne sat in the living room. Bullet lay obediently at Yvonne's feet, and she was enjoyably stroking his smooth fur.

"They say animals have a sixth sense. Do you think Bullet recognized you all along?" Bennett asked, watching them.

Yvonne smiled and nodded, then asked, "What about you? How did you recognize me?"

"Figure it out yourself," Bennett said with a glance before getting up and heading to his room.

He returned wearing a set of beige loungewear and saw Yvonne still playing with Bullet in the living room.

Bullet was standing on his hind legs, his front paws resting on Yvonne's knees, his tongue lolling out in a fawning manner.

Yvonne laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her fair cheek against his sleek fur in an intimate gesture.

Bennett snorted. The dog sure knew how to charm the ladies.

"Bullet, attention," Bennett commanded in a deep voice.

As if by reflex, Bullet's ears shot up. He ran to the wall, stood up straight, and remained perfectly still, not daring to move.

Bennett walked over to where the dog had been and settled comfortably into the single armchair.

Bullet: Someone please calculate the square footage of this dog's trauma.

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