Chapter 137 Last Night's Warmth

When Yvonne woke up, Benson was no longer in bed. She rolled over, feeling the emptiness next to her, and a slight sense of disappointment crept into her heart. She slowly sat up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked out the window. The morning sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, enveloping the room in warm light. She walked out of the bedroom and saw Benson on her treadmill, wearing a pair of sweatpants but no shirt. Benson was quite fair-skinned, so much so that the tiny black dot on his neck was easily noticeable. Though his skin was fair, his physique was exceptional—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and well-defined yet not overly exaggerated muscles. He exuded an indescribable sense of strength, perhaps what people refer to as sexual tension. Yvonne, being an ordinary person, couldn't help but admire a handsome man or a beautiful woman when she saw one. And this man had been intimately with her in bed just the previous night. The way he raised his nec