Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 227

Helen didn’t presume to take them, glancing instinctively at Bennett instead.

From the alcohol, Bennett's eyes were bloodshot. His usual icy demeanor was softened, revealing a rare hint of vulnerability.

He looked up at Yvonne, his eyes as calm and unreadable as ever.

“Take the car. I’ll have Simon pick it up tomorrow,” Bennett said dismissively, then turned and strode toward the apartment building.

Helen prepared to follow with Bullet, but the dog planted himself on the ground and refused to move. He just stared at Yvonne with pleading puppy-dog eyes.

Helen couldn't get him to budge, no matter how much she called or pulled, leaving her breathless and exasperated.

Yvonne was about to tell Bullet to behave, but she couldn't resist the pitiful look in his eyes as he panted, staring up at her.

“Helen, how about I take Bullet with me tonight? Mr. Bennett Thompson has had a lot to drink, and you'll need to look after him. Having Bullet around would just be more trouble for you.”

Yvonne's suggestion was reasonable and considerate of Helen. Besides, it wasn't the first time Yvonne had looked after Bullet, so Helen trusted her completely.

“Alright then, I'll leave Bullet with you tonight. I'll have Simon pick him up when he comes for the car tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Yvonne agreed with a smile. She opened the car door and gave Bullet a knowing look.

Bullet understood immediately and hopped into the car.

Yvonne drove Bullet back to her rented apartment.

The apartment had two bedrooms and a living room, with a large floor-to-ceiling window. Bullet’s bed was placed right in front of it, next to a shelf holding all his food and toys.

“Bullet, time for a bath, then off to bed,” Yvonne told him.

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