For the past few days, Madison had been staying with Sierra, driving her to and from school. With her around, Benson had no chance to approach Sierra alone.
On the fourth day, he finally lost his patience and blocked her outside the school.
"Cee, I want to talk to you alone," he said in a sincere yet cautious voice. It was a stark contrast to his usual arrogance—a sign that he was humbling himself.
"Benson, aren't you afraid I'll tell Grandpa that you're still harassing me?" Sierra avoided his outstretched hand and warned him coldly.
Pursing his lips, he responded in a low voice, "Even if you do so, I won't give up on you."
"Are you clinging to me?"
Madison was running late that day. As soon as she saw Benson blocking Sierra, she jumped out of the car and ran over. The moment she heard his words, she immediately snapped, "Benson, you're disgusting."
Benson's expression darkened at the sight of her. "This has nothing to do with you."
"You're right. Plus, I'd rather stay away from trash too."
"Madison, watch your manners," he growled, his face gloomy with anger.
"Oh, please. Manners are for people who deserve them. A scumbag like you? Not worth it." Madison folded her arms and rolled her eyes at him.
It only made Benson's expression even worse. Ignoring Madison, he looked back at Sierra. "I don't understand, Cee. Are you really giving up on our relationship after all these years together?"
"Why don't you look into the mirror if you don't get me? Or perhaps clear your head. You had no problem with your comprehension when you hurt Cee, right?"
Madison's sarcastic tone hit Benson hard. He paled with anger as he clenched his fists.
"Do you want to be cursed at again?" Madison snapped, her temper evident. "Birds of a feather flock together, but a person and a dog don't belong on the same path. Cee dumped you. Do you understand that?"
"We never broke up."
"Stop lying to yourself, Benson. Are you a toad? You're forever croaking. Get out of the way and stop being an eyesore."
Madison reached out to shove him aside, only for him to push her, causing her to almost fall.
Sierra caught hold of her just in time. She glared at Benson with an icy expression and slapped him. "Are you done?! Move!"
Her eyes carried a chilling indifference, and her impatient voice was full of disgust, piercing straight through Benson's heart.
However, instead of backing off, he stared at her, asking word by word, "Cee, are you with Uncle Theo now?"
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