Chapter 77 Tears of Accusation

As Benson spoke, he gently caressed the top of Yvonne's head, a tender gesture that made Yvonne feel uneasy. At 26, she was no longer the girl easily swept away by love. Her life was now more about rationality and calmness. Yvonne was dressed in a black V-neck loose sweater layered over a matching base shirt, a minimalist outfit that made her appear both efficient and a bit distant, giving an impression of inapproachability. Benson, sitting next to her, gently pulled her into his arms and softly asked, "What's wrong? Is work not going well?" His voice was full of concern, like a caring husband trying to soothe her worries. "It's not work; it's you," Yvonne's voice was calm, but with a hint of unnoticed weariness. Benson was taken aback, lifting his head to look at Yvonne's beautiful face. Her smile was still there, but it didn't reach her eyes, appearing somewhat forced. "Me? Are you upset because I didn't pick you up?" Benson tried to decipher her emotions. "Let's eat first,"