Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 377

"Why is your face so red? What were you thinking?" Bennett asked with interest, his gaze flicking down to the hand she had pressed against his chest.

"I wasn't thinking anything," Yvonne said, pushing him away and practically jumping out of the car in her haste.

Bennett chuckled and shook his head, then opened his own door and stepped out with his long legs.

"Do you want me to walk you up?" he asked, standing by the car.

"I can go up by myself. The security in this complex is pretty good," Yvonne replied, standing at the entrance to the building. Her beautiful, fox-like eyes sparkled as if reflecting tiny stars.

"Now that I'm gone, you can answer your phone. It's rung so many times, it might be something urgent," she added.

Although Bennett had silenced his phone, the screen had lit up repeatedly, and Yvonne had noticed.

Hearing this, Bennett took his phone out of his jacket pocket. The screen lit up again, showing more than a dozen missed calls.

He raised an eyebrow in resignation. "I just broke up with Yolanda, and now my mom is calling to interrogate me."

"You… you broke up with Yolanda?" Yvonne's feelings were complicated.

"If I didn't, you'd be labeled a homewrecker. I couldn't bear to let you be wronged like that," Bennett said with a gentle smile. His usually cool, dark eyes were incredibly tender when he looked at Yvonne.

Yvonne, however, felt a heavy weight in her chest, as if something was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

She had never wanted to interfere in Bennett's current life, but in the end, she had disrupted his peace.

She was even more afraid of the dramatic trope of the first love versus the one that got away playing out in real life. If he chose the first love, he wouldn't be able to forget the other. If he chose the other, he'd still long for his first love.

It wasn't that Yvonne didn't trust Bennett; she just didn't want to test human nature.

In the driver's seat, Sandra looked mortified.

The lighting in the complex was dim, and Sandra hadn't seen anyone standing at the entrance, so she had just driven straight up.

With both Yvonne and Bennett staring at her, Sandra had no choice but to bite the bullet and get out of the car.

"Mr. Bennett Thompson, Yvonne," Sandra said with an awkward smile, greeting them both.

Bennett's expression was calm and cool, showing no sign of being caught off guard. "You two talk. I'll be heading out."

With that, he reached out and affectionately ruffled Yvonne's hair.

Yvonne's cheeks flushed slightly as she watched him stride down the steps. Then, the black Mercedes-Benz slowly started and drove out of sight.