Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 387

Bennett spoke with her for a few more moments before the sound of knocking and someone reporting to a superior could be heard faintly in the background of the video.

Bennett clearly still had work to do, so Yvonne considerately ended the call first.

She placed her phone on the desk, stood up, and went into the bathroom to remove her makeup and shower.

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw her phone screen light up a few times. She walked over, picked it up, and saw a message from Bennett.

Bennett: When are you back in Istra?

Yvonne: The day after tomorrow.

Bennett: I'll pick you up.

Yvonne: Okay. She then sent him her flight number.

Bennett: Good. Rest well, goodnight.

Yvonne: Goodnight.

Yvonne had booked an early morning flight to Istra.

The plane landed smoothly at Istra International Airport at eleven in the morning.

When Yvonne walked out of the airport, Bennett's car was already waiting.

Because Yvonne was a public figure, and airports were prime locations for paparazzi, neither of them spoke after they met.

Bennett took her luggage from her assistant and placed it in the trunk. If it weren't for his exceptionally refined appearance and aura, one might have mistaken him for Yvonne's driver.

Yvonne opened the passenger door herself and got in.

Whenever Bennett and Yvonne visited, Karina would personally cook for them.

Yvonne always ate until she was stuffed.

Noah's father was a soldier and had always lived with Mr. Thompson Sr. in the military compound.

Thompson Manor was built later by Frank. Although a floor was reserved for Noah, it would have been improper for a nephew and his wife to live there.

So, the couple had always lived in a luxury complex in Istra's central district, in a duplex apartment of over two hundred square meters, with their daughter, Nina, and a live-in nanny.

When Bennett and Yvonne arrived, Karina was cooking in the kitchen. The nanny opened the door for them.

"The young master isn't back yet, but Madam is cooking. Please, have a seat, Second Young Master. I'll go make you some tea," the nanny said before heading to the kitchenette to brew two cups of tea.

It wasn't Yvonne's first time at Noah's home. Almost nothing had changed, except for a few more photos and award certificates of their daughter, Nina, in the living room.