Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 458

Yvonne being with Bennett was something Mrs. Moore was delighted by. She had always adored the girl, for reasons she couldn't explain.

Conversely, she'd had a visceral dislike for Yolanda, another feeling that was just as inexplicable.

So, seeing Bennett and Yvonne together, she gave her full-throated approval.

"It's cold out here. Come on in, quickly," Mrs. Moore said, ushering them into the house.

Bennett led Yvonne into the Jones family's home.

In the living room, Mr. Moore and Bruce were sitting on the sofa, sipping tea and watching television.

"Mr. Jones, Mr. Moore," Yvonne greeted them.

They both greeted the men politely.

"Bennett and Yvonne are back!" Mr. Moore announced warmly. "We have dinner ready, just waiting for you."

"We were just watching you on TV, Yvonne," Bruce added. "A young lady should dress just like that. So festive and charming."

Yvonne smiled shyly. Noticing Monica was absent, she asked, "Where's Monica?"

"She's upstairs, in your old room. Why don't you go on up and find her," Mrs. Moore suggested.

Bennett took off his coat and sat down on the sofa to chat with Bruce and Mr. Moore.

Yvonne went upstairs to find Monica.

The upper floor housed the bedrooms, and Yvonne's old room was the largest and brightest.

Monica was inside, tidying up.

The room was as bright and clean as ever. On the desk were plates of the pastries, candies, and sweet roasted sunflower seeds that Yvonne used to love.

Yvonne sat on the edge of the bed, took a pastry from the dish, and bit into it. She then reached for a book from the shelf and began flipping through it casually.

It was a review book from her senior year of high school. The pages were filled with more of Bennett's handwriting than her own.

He had been the one to make notes and highlight key points for her most dreaded subject, government.

He was the one who explained the physics and chemistry problems she could never understand.

Bennett was one of those naturally brilliant people who was always at the top of his class. He played the piano beautifully, excelled at sports, and was skilled in just about every art form imaginable. He was the quintessential child every parent wished they had.

"What are you looking at?" Bennett's voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Yvonne looked up and saw him leaning against the doorframe, his tall, straight back relaxed, his eyes watching her with incredible warmth.

Yvonne held up the review book, her slender finger pointing to the strong, powerful script on the page. "I can't believe you still have the study guides you made for me. Back then, you wrote more practice problems and notes for me than anything else."