Chapter 92 The Secret of the File Folder

Yvonne wanted to curl up like a frightened little animal, hiding in the dark corner to avoid the gaze of the outside world. The shame and embarrassment felt like invisible shackles, tightly binding her heart. She didn’t understand why things had come to this point. She felt her heart was already in tatters, with every nerve resisting his touch. Benson looked down at her, trying to catch a hint of pleasure in her eyes, but her expression disappointed him. Yvonne's eyes were hollow and lifeless, as if her soul had left, leaving only a shell lying on the bed. Her hair was messily spread on the pillow, highlighting her helplessness and fragility. Benson's breathing grew heavier. He had never treated a woman like this before, not even "her." Now, with Yvonne, he felt an unprecedented hesitation and guilt. He knew that his actions brought her no joy, only humiliation and pain. "Yvonne, I'm sorry," Benson said as he pulled the blanket over her gently. His disheveled clothes seemed to