Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 915

Bennett: “I am talking properly. Am I not telling the truth?”

“I'm tired. I'm going to sleep.” Yvonne had completely lost the desire to speak with him.

Bennett’s lips curved into a slight smile as he reached out and touched Yvonne's hair, which was half-dry.

“Let's get your hair dry first.”

Yvonne lay on her side while Bennett sat on the edge of the bed, blow-drying her hair for her.

By the time her hair was dry, Yvonne was already asleep. Pregnant women always needed more sleep.

Bennett casually placed the blow-dryer on the nightstand, carefully tucked her in, and then quietly left the room.

Outside, Bennett stood by a window in the hallway, lit a cigarette, and took a leisurely drag.

The window offered a perfect view of the beach.

The bonfire on the beach was still burning, but the party was over, and staff were busy cleaning up.

Bennett glanced out before looking away, flicking the ash from his cigarette.

He heard faint footsteps behind him. Noah stepped out of the elevator, saw Bennett by the window, and walked straight over.

“Why aren't you in your room?” Noah asked.

“Just came out for a smoke,” Bennett said, flicking his cigarette again. “Is the party over?”

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