Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 376

Bennett slowly raised his arm, his long, warm fingers gently stroking the top of Yvonne's head with a tender, doting touch.

He didn't ask how she had returned, nor did he ask why she was now Yvonne instead of Yvonne.

Whatever the circumstances, all that mattered was that she was back by his side. Nothing else was important.

"Besides goodbye, was there anything else you wanted to say to me?" he asked again.

Yvonne's beautiful, fox-like eyes were filled with tears as she tried earnestly to remember. The image of their last argument flashed through her mind.

He had planned such an elaborate proposal, and she had ruined it all.

"I also wanted to tell you that the ring was beautiful, and I really wanted to say yes. Bennett, I don't hate you at all. I love you…"

Before Yvonne could finish, Bennett's lips were on hers.

He cupped her face, kissing her with gentle care.

Then, Bullet suddenly let out a low bark. "Woof, woof woof."

Yvonne instinctively pushed Bennett away at the sound.

Bennett turned and shot a cold glare at Bullet.

Bullet flinched, clearly having long feared Bennett's tyranny.

The dog ducked his head and looked towards the kitchen.

Just then, Helen emerged from the kitchen, untying her apron. "Young Master, Ms. Jones, dinner is ready. I made sweet and sour ribs today, you should eat them while they're hot."

So, Bullet's barks had been a warning.

Bennett stood up from the sofa, walked over to Bullet, and patted his large head. Then he turned to Yvonne. "Let's eat first."

Helen had already set the table.

Bennett and Yvonne ate facing each other, and he would occasionally place food in her bowl.

Bennett glanced at the caller ID, frowned, and declined the call before switching his phone to silent.

After dark, Bennett drove Yvonne back to her apartment downtown.

Yvonne hadn't taken any acting roles recently, instead signing on for an indoor lifestyle reality show.

The show observed the daily lives of celebrities, and filming was set to begin the next day at her apartment. She needed to get back tonight.

Bennett's black Mercedes-Benz pulled up in front of Yvonne's apartment building.

After parking, he unbuckled his seatbelt, then leaned over, wrapping an arm around her back and pulling her into a half-embrace.

Their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling. Yvonne's cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and she instinctively placed a hand on his chest.

"Bennett…" Yvonne was about to tell him not to get any ideas when she heard a click. The seatbelt had been unbuckled.

It turned out he had only leaned in to help her with her seatbelt.