Sorry for Your Loss It's Me I'm the Loss novel Chapter 754

He strode into the walk-in closet, changed into a comfortable set of loungewear, and then joined Yvonne for dinner.

Helen had made several of her signature dishes, including a comforting pork rib and lotus root soup.

Yvonne, who had been eating diet meals for days, could feel her mouth watering at the fragrant aroma of the food.

“Why is dinner so lavish again? I'm supposed to be on a diet.”

“One meal won't hurt. You can get back to it after you've eaten,” Bennett said with a smile, picking up a pork rib with his utensils and placing it on Yvonne's plate.

Yvonne bit into the rib, her eyes curving into crescents just like Letitia’s as she smiled.

After dinner, Yvonne took a long, relaxing hot bath. When she emerged from the bathroom, Bennett was sitting on the bed, reading a book.

It was a thick volume on military theory, clearly read many times. Certain pages were marked with notes in handwriting that was strong and sharp, full of character—just like the man himself.

“Why didn’t you dry your hair before coming out?” Bennett’s gaze shifted from his book to Yvonne.

“The hairdryer wasn’t in the bathroom,” Yvonne said. She walked over to the vanity, opened a drawer, and found the hairdryer tucked inside.

The last time she had dried her hair in the bedroom, she had put it in the vanity drawer and forgotten to move it back.

Yvonne sat at the vanity and began drying her hair. The hairdryer was a quiet model, so it didn't disturb Bennett's reading.

Once her hair was dry, Yvonne put the hairdryer down and walked toward the bed. The moment she stopped beside it, Bennett’s arm shot out and pulled her into his embrace.

Yvonne fell onto his lap, immediately feeling the hard, hot ridge between his legs.

Her cheeks flushed uncontrollably. “Aren't you tired? How are you still this worked up?”

“Do as you wish,” he replied with a sigh.

“Then close your eyes,” she instructed.

Bennett obediently closed his eyes. Yvonne continued to pat him gently as she began to hum a soft tune.

“Moonlight migrates across the night sky, gathering in one direction. Not some fantastical light from another world, but simply because of you. Fireflies drift to the lawn, shaking off halos of light as they rush to you. I sketch this scene like a dancing pencil, gifting this beauty to you. You will grow wings, and embrace a galaxy of stars…”

Bennett was clearly exhausted. Yvonne was only halfway through the song when he fell into a deep sleep.

Yvonne stopped patting him. Her beautiful, fox-like eyes narrowed as she gazed at him intently.

“Bennett, you don't have to be so careful. I'm never, ever going to leave you again,” she whispered, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his forehead.