Chapter 28 Donald

Yvonne's voice trembled in the air, her eyes filled with unease. Benson, the man who always had a teasing smile, did not let go of her despite her calling out to him. Instead, he tightened his grip on her, as if wanting to merge her existence entirely with his own. A playful smile curved his lips, and his deep voice, tinged with a hint of provocation, whispered in her ear, “So afraid Marcus will find out you’re my wife?” Yvonne's heartbeat quickened, understanding the deeper meaning in Benson's words, but she had no time to delve into it. Just then, Marcus pushed open the door, and the atmosphere in the room instantly froze. Only then did Benson slowly release his grip, his actions unhurried, as if everything was under his control. Yvonne crouched beside the table, her heart still racing. Marcus's voice was filled with urgency, “Benson… where's Yvonne?” Benson looked down, a faint smile in his eyes. “She’s here…” he began, but Yvonne gently tugged at his pant leg. Benson then