Chapter 75 The Secret Investigation

Mary suddenly fell silent. She looked up at Benson, his handsome face, especially the defined jawline, impossible to look away from. Today, he wasn't in formal attire, just a simple black crewneck sweater, which unexpectedly added to his allure. The moonlight streaming through the café window highlighted his features, making him look like a carefully painted portrait. However, when he looked at her with those cold eyes, Mary felt a chill to her core. His gaze was like the winter wind, mercilessly piercing her heart, making her shiver. "Why aren't you speaking? Are you trying to flaunt your stupidity?" Benson's voice was filled with impatience. His deep, magnetic voice, in this situation, felt like a sharp knife stabbing Mary's heart. If it weren't for the fact that the painting was indeed done by "her," he wouldn't waste time meeting Mary again. Benson's mind was full of curiosity and desire for that mysterious woman, and Mary was merely a bridge to her. "She's mute," Mary sai