Chapter 78 Care in Minus Seven Degrees

Yvonne's almost-teary look was heart-wrenching. Her nose was red, and tears welled up in her eyes but stubbornly refused to fall, making her look like a fragile doll. Her body trembled slightly as if she was trying hard to suppress her emotions. When Benson reached out to touch her cheek, she took a step back. "Benson, stop wasting our time," her voice trembled, clearly struggling to control her feelings. Her eyes showed a sense of helplessness, indicating she had made up her mind. Yvonne had seen enough of the fake tenderness in Benson's eyes. She didn't want to stay in the same space with him anymore. She threw the agreement on the table, grabbed her phone, and left. Her movements were swift and decisive, as if escaping from a place that suffocated her. Outside the club, the cold wind made her shiver. Yvonne remembered her coat and bag left in the private room, realizing her calmness was a facade. She felt flustered and humiliated. Why did she still feel hurt over a man who d