Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 459

"I wanted to write you love letters, but you were a bit too dense, so I had to settle for writing study notes," Bennett teased with a smile.

In reality, Yvonne's grades had never been poor; the entrance scores for the police academy were as competitive as any top-tier university's.

But compared to a genius like Bennett, she had always felt a little slow.

For the same problem, he could find multiple solutions while she struggled to find even one. He could memorize a page of notes after one reading, while she had to study it for hours.

"You must have looked down on me back then, didn't you?" Yvonne said with a pout.

"Not at all. Mostly, I was just worried our kids would inherit your intelligence," he joked, raising an eyebrow.

Yvonne's hand, holding the book, tightened, and the smile on her face faded. "If I hadn't died, our child would be almost old enough for school by now."

She had chosen her career as a police officer and had to accept the consequences. She had never regretted her choice, but it was a life filled with so many what-ifs.

Before she could dwell on the sadness, Bennett pulled her onto his lap.

Yvonne let out a small gasp and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Their eyes met, his dark and shining with a deep intensity. "Just grow up a little faster. When you turn twenty, we'll get married. A few years after that, our child will be ready for school. For you, I can wait."

To Bennett, her return was nothing short of a miracle.

His life, once devoid of hope, now had a future to look forward to.

Yvonne nestled against his chest, her long lashes fluttering.

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