Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 394

She had no idea how to respond to that, so she just lowered her head and pretended she hadn't heard.

The elevator continued its descent and stopped on the ground floor.

The doors opened, and Yvonne stepped out first.

Just as she exited the elevator, her phone rang.

She answered it, surprised to see it was Bennett calling.

Bennett: "Are you home?"

Yvonne: "Yeah. I have to film today."

Bennett: "I'm downstairs from your place. Want to get dinner?"

Yvonne pushed open the building's main door, about to say yes into her phone, but when she looked up, she saw a black Mercedes parked right out front.

The window on one side of the car rolled down, revealing Bennett's cool, handsome face.

Bennett saw Yvonne and Thomas walking out of the apartment building one after the other. He raised an eyebrow, then got out of the car.

"Thomas."

"Bennett? What are you doing here?" Thomas asked, frowning slightly as he looked at him.

"Picking up my girlfriend for dinner," Bennett replied casually, one hand in his pocket.

"Girlfriend?" Thomas' gaze shifted between Bennett and Yvonne, a mixture of shock and complexity in his eyes.

"Mm-hmm." Bennett walked over and took Yvonne's hand.

Yvonne let him hold it, a faint blush creeping onto her fair cheeks.

"Thomas, what were you doing in Yvonne's apartment?" Bennett asked, looking at him nonchalantly.

"Filming the show," Thomas answered, his voice sounding a bit flat.

Bennett nodded. "Want to join us for dinner?"

Yvonne nodded. "Let me go upstairs and change first."

Bennett started to go with her, but Yvonne instinctively put a hand on his chest to stop him.

"He can go up, but I can't?" Bennett raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.

"They're still filming. My apartment is full of cameras. Does Mr. Bennett Thompson want to make his public debut?" Yvonne explained.

"If you're willing, I have no problem with it," Bennett said.

"Well, I'm not," Yvonne refused instantly. "My career is on the rise, and I need to maintain my 'single' persona."

Hearing this, Bennett gently flicked her on the forehead to show his displeasure, but his tone was still warm and indulgent. "Go get changed. I'll wait in the car."

Yvonne went back upstairs to her apartment, chose a pale blue maxi dress and a white jacket from her closet, tied up her hair, and headed out.

Bennett was sitting in the car, smoking. One arm rested on the open window, the tip of the cigarette glowing red in his fingers.