Chapter 253 The Beauty of a Cage

Benson’s restraint was suffocating, yet in other ways, he allowed her freedom. Apart from not letting her leave the villa, he imposed almost no restrictions on her movements. He knew all too well that Yvonne had just taken over Eurasia Film, and if his enforced confinement caused any problems with the company, even if he gave his life to her, she would never forgive him. In matters like these, Benson was always careful; he knew what lines not to cross. When Megan came to deliver her laptop and project materials, Yvonne was curled up on a small sofa in the study. She held herself tightly, her head bowed low, as if that was the only way to ward off the cold and pressure from the outside world. Her clothes were wrinkled from sitting for too long, her hair slightly disheveled, losing its usual luster and neatness. Yet, she seemed oblivious to it, allowing the scattered sunlight to cast dappled shadows on her face, making her appear even more delicate and fragile. Hearing Megan’s