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Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 782

Summary for Chapter 782: Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss

Summary of Chapter 782 – A turning point in Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss by Nydia Scott

Chapter 782 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss, written by Nydia Scott. With the hallmarks of Romance literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.

After the light went out,

the tent plunged into darkness. It was so quiet you could hear each other breathe.

The sudden darkness was a bit disorienting for Yvonne. She instinctively reached for the man beside her, and just as her hand grasped his arm, the tent filled with light.

It wasn't lamplight, but tiny, twinkling points of light, moving around inside the tent.

Yvonne sat up, surprised. “Are these... fireflies?”

“Yes,” Bennett replied. “It took me a while to find them.”

Yvonne asked, “So, that's why you were gone so long? You went into the woods to find fireflies?”

“Yes,” Bennett nodded. “Do you like it?”

Yvonne sat up straighter, her eyes sparkling as they reflected the shimmering light of the fireflies. It was beautiful.

Bennett lowered his gaze, staring at her intently.

“I never knew Mr. Bennett Thompson was so romantic. I...” Before Yvonne could finish her sentence, Bennett leaned in and kissed her.

In the dimly lit tent, the only light came from the twinkling fireflies.

Bennett smelled of fresh grass from the forest, an intoxicating scent.

Yvonne hadn't expected camping to be so exhausting. She slept until late the next morning and probably would have kept sleeping if it weren't for Nicola's cheerful chattering.

“Bennett, what time is it?” Yvonne asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

When no one answered, she frowned, realizing she was alone in the tent.

Yvonne got dressed and stepped out of the tent to find Letitia playing with Nicola by the entrance.

“Since you're up, you can take this little brat. Her constant chattering this morning is driving me crazy.” With that, Letitia turned and went back to her own tent.

Yvonne took Nicola's little hand, and they sat down on a bench near the tent.

Yvonne casually picked some foxtail grass and wove two fluffy little rabbits for Nicola, which made her giggle.

Amidst Nicola's laughter, the sound of a car engine suddenly cut through the air.

Yvonne looked up and saw Bennett's black Mercedes G-Class parked nearby.

Once the car was stopped, Bennett got out, carrying an insulated food container.

As Bennett walked over with the container, Nicola saw him and ran up. “Uncle Bennett, you're back!”

“Yes,” Bennett said, ruffling Nicola's hair before walking over to Yvonne.

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