Chapter 42 Fragility Under the Dim Light

"Thud," "thud" – the sound echoed, as if knocking on Yvonne's heart, each beat heavy and clear, reminding her that the outside world was anxiously awaiting her response. She knew Marcus couldn't see inside from where he stood, but this sense of isolation brought her no comfort. Her mind was in turmoil, her thoughts scattered like clouds blown by the wind, unable to gather. Yvonne cast a pleading look at Benson, a look mixed with helplessness and urgency, as if saying, "Help me, I can't face this alone." No man could refuse such a look, not even him. Benson's heart softened under her gaze. He knew he couldn't refuse Yvonne's request. It was the most captivating "scenery" he had ever seen. He kissed her, his low voice whispering in her ear, "Show me some sincerity, and I'll get rid of him." At that moment, Yvonne's heart seemed to be gripped tightly by something. She knew she had to make a choice. She leaned in and kissed him. This kiss was both a response to Benson and a farewell