Sorry for Your Loss It's Me I'm the Loss novel Chapter 745

“Pah! I’ve never seen a mother like that. She must have a screw loose,” Helen muttered.

Having been unceremoniously kicked out, Teresa had no choice but to leave in humiliation.

After breakfast, it was time for Yvonne to head to the airport.

Bennett drove her personally. Yvonne was likely the only person who could get away with treating Mr. Thompson as her personal chauffeur.

As Bennett drove, Yvonne kept her seatbelt on but was completely engrossed in her phone, not even noticing when they pulled into the airport parking garage.

Bennett rested his arm on the back of her seat, leaning slightly toward her and watching her intently.

His presence was so commanding that Yvonne finally tore her eyes away from her screen and looked at him.

“You haven’t said a word to me the entire ride. Are you really treating me like a chauffeur, Ms. Jones?”

“The production team just sent a revised script. There’s a change to the show we’re filming tonight, so I was trying to review it,” she explained. She then put her phone aside, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave his cool lips a quick peck.

“You think one little kiss is enough to get rid of me?” Bennett raised an eyebrow, a hint of desire darkening his eyes.

He gently cupped her chin with his long fingers and lowered his head to kiss her properly.

Bennett’s kiss was nothing like hers—it wasn’t a light, fleeting touch.

It was deep and lingering, leaving Yvonne almost breathless. Luckily, her phone rang at that moment, saving her.

She took a few deep breaths to steady herself before answering.

The car was small, so they were sitting very close. With his sharp hearing, Bennett could clearly make out the man’s voice on the other end of the line.

Her company had signed quite a few artists, several of whom were already making a name for themselves in the industry. The one joining her today, Dylan Lee, was one of them.

Dylan was an all-around performer who had started in song and dance. He’d had a breakout hit last year on a music competition show.

Sandra was now working hard to build his popularity, hoping to push him to A-list status.

Yvonne’s role as a guest star on this show was partly to support him and give his career a boost.

“Yvonne,” Dylan said, rushing over with his assistant and luggage in tow.

Dylan looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five, a few years older than Yvonne. But since she was his boss, he addressed her respectfully as ‘Yvonne.’

In the entertainment world, status often trumped age, and all the young artists at her company addressed her the same way.