Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 407

Yvonne had been dead for six or seven years, yet Bennett still frequented the Jones', treating them like his in-laws.

"What were you doing just now? You took so long to open the door, and you didn't answer your phone..." Emma's high heels clicked on the living room floor. Her words trailed off as she saw Bullet emerge from one of the rooms.

The black dog was huge and powerfully built, looking quite fierce.

Emma jumped, her expression souring even more. "Are the Joneses so poor they can't even afford to keep their own dog? Why do they have to leave it with you?"

More importantly, it was a dead woman's dog. Just looking at it felt unlucky.

Of course, Emma wouldn't say that to Bennett's face. He would surely lose his temper. She knew all too well how deep his feelings for Yvonne ran.

Bullet was a specially trained dog. He must have sensed Emma's dislike because he quietly lay down in a corner of the living room and didn't move.

Bennett went to the kitchen. He hadn't had a chance to boil water since he got back, so the kettle was empty. He couldn't make coffee. Instead, he opened the fridge, took out a bottle of water, and handed it to Emma.

Emma frowned at the cold bottle. "Where's Helen?"

"I gave her the day off for the holiday," Bennett replied.

"Even Helen knows to go home for the holidays, but you'd rather go to some strangers' house. The Walkers and Yolanda came to visit today, but you weren't there. I swear you're trying to give me a heart attack."

As she spoke, Emma sat down on the sofa. Her hand rested on the cushion and touched something damp.

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