Chapter 200 Silence and Care

Benson was biting on his cigarette, and the wheel of the lighter in his hand made a faint "click" sound in the darkness. Then, the orange flame suddenly flickered, and at the moment it lit the tobacco, smoke started to rise slowly. The faint smell of smoke, combined with his handsome face, appeared and disappeared within the gray-white haze. In an instant, he seemed more profound and mysterious, as if hiding countless untold stories. The light in the office was dim—not the kind that dazzled the eyes but just enough to reflect the tranquility of the night outside and the warmth inside. It shone on Benson's face, making his features appear more refined. He seemed like a meticulously crafted piece of art, with each angle emitting a different luster. "Why are you still here?" Benson's voice was deep, with an indescribable weariness. He frowned slightly, looking at Yvonne with a complicated gaze, mixed with a bit of inquiry and helplessness. Yvonne sat behind the desk opposite him,