Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 485

The first half of the night passed peacefully between them.

But Yvonne wasn't the stillest sleeper, and at some point, she rolled right into Bennett's arms.

Bennett’s body instantly tensed, his breathing growing heavier.

Yvonne, pressed against his hard, warm chest, felt uncomfortable and woke up rubbing her eyes.

Still not fully conscious, she dazedly saw Bennett lying beside her and murmured, “Ben.”

Then, her soft red lips brushed against the corner of his tightly pressed mouth.

It was a fleeting kiss, but it felt like a spark igniting a wildfire. Bennett felt his entire body catch fire, all his blood rushing uncontrollably to one place.

He suddenly gripped her chin, kissing her urgently and possessively, and rolled her onto her back beneath him.

Kisses, caresses, an intimate entanglement.

Just then, the sound of a child’s voice came from the next room. It must have been Nicola waking up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.

Then, Karina carried the child to the bathroom, making a fair bit of noise. Noah woke up too, asking Nicola in a low voice if she was hot or thirsty.

Bennett’s tall frame, pressing down on Yvonne, froze for a moment. Then, he let her go and sat up, turning to sit on the edge of the bed.

He sat with his back to Yvonne.

The room was dark, lit only by the faint moonlight, so Yvonne couldn't see the expression or emotion on his face.

She huddled under the covers as the passion slowly faded, a chill creeping over her body.

They had just done nearly everything but the final act, yet he had stopped at the most critical moment. This feeling of being left hanging was truly awful.

Yvonne's mind was a complete blank; she even wondered if this was all a dream.

“Okay.” Bennett gave her a gentle look, nodded, and then turned to leave.

Bennett pulled on a thick coat before stepping out of the cabin. The sky was already showing the first pale light of dawn, but it was still quite cold before the sun rose.

He walked aimlessly along the stone path until he was about a hundred meters from the cabin, where he sat down on a bench.

The view from this spot was excellent, offering a spectacular sight of the river, as vast as the sea, with layers of mist rising from its surface.

Bennett lowered his head and lit a cigarette with his lighter. The small flame flickered at his fingertips, and the smoke quickly dispersed in the wind.

After finishing one cigarette, Bennett had calmed down, but it felt as if a fire was still smoldering inside him, making him incredibly uncomfortable.

He shouldn't have touched her. Now, being left in this state of limbo was even more torturous.

Bennett subconsciously tapped another cigarette from the pack, feeling like he was a glutton for punishment.