Chapter 32 Compromise

Yvonne's gaze fell on Benson, who was lounging on the sofa. His face was still as stunning as when they first met at 19. Time had seemingly left few marks on him. However, 30-year-old Benson had lost his youthful innocence. Even his smile now carried an indescribable cunning and coldness, like a jaded rogue. Yvonne took a deep breath, gathering her courage, and walked over. Her steps were firm, each one steady and strong, silently declaring her stance. Benson felt satisfied with Yvonne’s attitude. His hands naturally rested on either side of the sofa, his posture lazy and relaxed, as if he had everything under control. A glint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes, as if waiting for Yvonne to make her next move. Yvonne was dressed as simply and elegantly as always. She wore a basic black sweater, a delicate pearl necklace adorning her slender neck, and black wide-legged trousers. This outfit was suitable for work and exuded an indescribable charm and grace, making people turn th