Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 687

Yvonne must have been exhausted, because she slept soundly through the night.

She slept until noon the next day, only waking up because she was hungry.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and instinctively called out, "Bennett. Ben."

When no one answered, she realized she was alone in the bedroom.

Yvonne frowned slightly. As she threw back the covers and was about to get out of bed, the bedroom door opened.

Bennett walked in, holding a glass of warm milk.

"You're awake? I thought you were going to sleep until the afternoon. I was just debating whether to wake you," Bennett said, sitting on the edge of the bed and ruffling her hair.

"Have some milk first. Then get up and eat. I made some soup and fried an egg," he added.

For Mr. Bennett Thompson, a man born with a silver spoon in his mouth, making soup, frying an egg, and warming up milk was probably the extent of his culinary skills.

Yvonne took the glass and drank most of it in one go.

After drinking most of the milk, Yvonne placed the glass on the bedside table.

"I'll carry you to breakfast." Bennett scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the dining room.

On the dining table, the soup and golden-fried egg were already laid out, along with a few side dishes. However, the side dishes were leftovers Helen had made the day before and stored in the fridge.

Bennett took the soup bowl and spoon and began feeding Yvonne spoonful by spoonful.

Yvonne ate while scrolling through her phone.

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