Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 75

“You are now the only witness who has seen Mark. We are responsible for your safety. We will assign someone to protect you, in a way that won’t interfere with your work or personal life,” the officer continued.

Yvonne nodded in understanding.

For the next week, her hospital room was under constant police guard.

When it was time for her to be discharged, she was told that a dedicated officer had been assigned to her.

She never dreamed it would be Bennett.

He walked into the room, silhouetted against the light. His familiar presence, crisp and cool like the evening wind, filled the space. He extended a clean, long-fingered hand. “Hello, Bennett Thompson,” he said, his expression neutral.

“Hi, I’m Yvonne Jones,” she managed, her voice trembling despite her best efforts.

Bennett withdrew his hand. “Until Mark is apprehended, I will be with you at all times to ensure your safety. I hope this won’t be too much of an inconvenience.”

“No, not at all. Thank you for your help, Officer,” Yvonne said, forcing a smile.

“Have you packed your things? Let’s go,” Bennett said, his eyes scanning the room and landing on her duffel bag. He picked it up, and Yvonne followed him out of the room.

Yvonne was cleared to return to work, but her accommodations had been upgraded from a standard room to a two-bedroom suite.

Bennett meticulously inspected every corner of the room, then stood at the window, surveying the surroundings before turning back to her.

“Vexel is a dangerous city, and Mark has a lot of power here. If you want to stay alive, you do not leave my sight. Understood?”

His voice was even, his tone all business. The way he looked at her was formal, distant.

“We’re military. The case is big enough that they called us in for support,” he explained.

“Your commander is such a high-ranking officer. Why would he be assigned to protect me?” Yvonne asked, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity.

“Well, Colonel Thompson messed up. He went off-script during the last raid on Mark, got himself three days in the brig, and then got reassigned to your protection detail.” The soldier added, “But don’t worry. He might look like a pretty boy, but he’s the top combatant in the entire armed forces.”

Bennett emerged from his room just in time to see his aide happily chatting with Yvonne.

“Simon,” he said, leaning against the wall, his gaze cool and deep. “You seem to have a lot of excess energy. Starting tomorrow, you can add a five-kilometer armed run to your morning routine.”

Simon’s face fell. “Sir, I’ve delivered your things, so I’ll be heading back now,” he said, practically sprinting out the door.