Chapter 99 Nighttime Confrontation

"No," Yvonne rejected firmly, swatting away his hand. Yvonne's refusal was without hesitation, her tone resolute. The soft lighting created a warm and intimate atmosphere in the room, but the oppressive mood made it hard to breathe. She gently pushed away Benson's slightly cold hand. He had tried to pull her in with a tender grip, but she resolutely kept him at arm’s length. Benson was wearing a loose gray sweater, looking casual and comfortable. His figure was reflected in the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows, with the quiet night outside occasionally dotted with distant lights. His hands rested on the back of the sofa, his body slightly leaning forward, his gaze fixed on Yvonne’s indifferent silhouette, his eyes carrying a hint of amusement and mischief. His face was lightly outlined by the dim light, his lips curled into an enigmatic smile. The room was filled with an oppressive yet tender atmosphere. After a long while, Benson spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and steady,