Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 512

“Are you tired?” Bennett asked. “Finish this, then get some rest.”

“Mm-hmm.” Yvonne took the glass of milk and sat on the edge of the bed to drink it. Once she was done, she flopped back onto the mattress, sighing, “I didn’t realize a ten-hour drive could be so exhausting.”

Bennett sat down beside her, stroking her hair affectionately.

Her freshly dried hair was soft, wrapping around his slender fingers. “Just sleep for a bit if you’re tired. I’ll wake you when breakfast is ready.”

“Aren’t you going to sleep with me?” Yvonne asked, her clear eyes looking up at him.

Bennett chuckled at her question. “Of course.”

They lay down together on the large, comfortable bed, and Yvonne naturally nestled into his arms.

Holding her soft, warm body, his breathing grew ragged, and he leaned down to kiss her lips.

Their mouths met, their breaths mingling.

But it went no further than kissing and holding each other. After all, Helen would be back with Bullet any minute, and Bennett had no desire to be interrupted mid-act again.

After their kiss, Bennett held Yvonne close as they drifted off to sleep.

Before long, Helen returned with Bullet on his leash.

Seeing the master bedroom door shut, Bullet dutifully lay down in front of it to stand guard.

Helen washed her hands, tied on an apron, and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Once breakfast was ready, she walked to the bedroom door and knocked softly. “Bennett, Yvonne, breakfast is ready. You should eat while it’s hot. You can sleep more after.”

Neither Bennett nor Yvonne had been in a deep sleep, so they got up quickly.

When they entered the dining room, the table was laden with a lavish and bountiful breakfast.

Yvonne took a brochure from a staff member and realized that the land being auctioned today was the very same port they had visited with Noah and his wife.

No wonder the auction seemed somewhat subdued. Even in a major economic hub like Istra, only a handful of companies had the capital to acquire a port worth tens of billions.

Of the hundred or so people present, most were likely just there for the spectacle.

“When does the auction start? Why don’t I see Mr. Thompson?” Yvonne scanned the venue but couldn't spot Noah.

For an auction involving a multi-billion-dollar property, Noah, as the company president, should have been there in person.

“Noah probably won’t be coming. The Thompson family’s representative this time is Eden,” Bennett said, his gaze drifting to their left.

Eden was seated in the front row to their left, dressed in a sharp suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, presenting a refined and serious demeanor.

He was flanked by several senior executives from the Thompson Group, clearly there to support him.