Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 224

“Bennett, please, help me calm them down.”

Bennett swirled the whiskey in his glass and took a slow sip, his tone dispassionate. “There’s no point. You can’t console them. You’ve never lost what they have. You wouldn’t understand.”

He drained his glass, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes like pools of ink, bottomless and unreadable.

By the end of the meal, the food on the table was barely touched, and the cake remained uncut.

Bruce was slumped over the table, dead drunk, and Monica looked utterly helpless.

“He’s drunk. I’ll give you a ride home,” Bennett said, settling the bill and helping Bruce to his feet.

Bruce was six feet tall, with a sturdy, slightly heavy build.

Yvonne and Monica couldn’t have supported him on their own, but Bennett managed it easily, guiding Bruce out of the restaurant and down the alley.

Bruce was truly gone, completely disoriented.

Draped over Bennett's shoulder, he seemed to think Bennett was still his prospective son-in-law. “Listen here, you young punk,” he slurred, “don’t think you can marry my Vonnie just by having a few drinks with me. She’s my princess, the apple of my eye. If you ever dare to hurt her, you’ll have me to answer to.”

Bennett’s steps faltered for a moment.

The alley was dimly lit, casting his handsome features in shadow, making them difficult to read. Only his deep, magnetic voice was clear in the quiet night.

“Don’t worry. I could never bring myself to hurt her.”

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