Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 484

He then realized that the wooden cabin only had two bedrooms. The third room upstairs was a storage room, filled with miscellaneous items and tools, but no bed or furniture. It was uninhabitable.

Noah came out of his room and saw Bennett standing at the door of the storage room, frowning.

“Bennett, what are you doing standing there instead of going to bed?” Noah asked.

“Noah, are there only two bedrooms here?” Bennett asked.

“That’s right,” Noah confirmed.

“How about Karina, Nicola, and Yvonne share a room, and you and I can share one? We haven’t had a good talk in a long time,” Bennett suggested.

“What could we possibly need to talk about all night?” Noah said, looking stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“You’re not staying with Ms. Jones? Don’t tell me you haven’t even held hands yet,” Noah teased, giving Bennett a light punch on the shoulder. “Are you two having some kind of pure, platonic romance?”

Bennett pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “She’s still young.”

“She’s an adult, isn’t she? Not that young. Alright, just get back to your room. We definitely won’t disturb you tonight.”

With that, Noah turned and went back into his room.

Resigned, Bennett returned to Yvonne’s room and explained the two-bedroom situation to her.

Yvonne wasn’t opposed to sleeping in the same room as Bennett. After all, they had lived together for a while before and had often shared a bed.

Now that he was in a different body, Bennett was probably still adjusting. She could sense that he was constantly trying to restrain himself.

The cabin had terrible soundproofing, and the two bedrooms were right next to each other.

Otherwise, the title of Mrs. Thompson would never have gone to a daughter from a second-tier family.

Bennett didn’t mention Cynthia Scott. It seemed her name was a taboo subject in the Thompson family.

“If Karina keeps being this unreasonable with Noah, they’re bound to go their separate ways sooner or later,” Bennett said impatiently, then reached out to stroke Yvonne’s hair.

“Alright, don’t worry about their problems. Get some rest. I’ll wake you up to see the sunrise tomorrow morning.”

“Okay,” Yvonne murmured, snuggling into the covers, nodding obediently, and closing her eyes.

Bennett lay beside her, his body ramrod straight, trying to minimize any physical contact.

His mind remained in a state between waking and sleeping, and his rest was far from peaceful.