Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 268

Bennett sat quietly on the sofa, his expression as cool as ever. He looked normal, but his eyes were unfocused, a clear sign that he was drunk.

After seeing Simon out, Helen hurried to the kitchen to make some sobering soup. "I'll go make some soup, Ms. Jones," she said to Yvonne. "Please keep an eye on the young master."

"Okay." Yvonne nodded. She went to the bathroom first, wrung out a washcloth with warm water, and then walked over to Bennett, crouching down to look at him.

He looked back at her, his gaze slow and heavy. He always handled his alcohol well; he never caused a scene when drunk.

"Do you want to wipe your face, or should I help you?" Yvonne offered him the warm, damp cloth.

Bennett just stared at her, unmoving.

Yvonne sighed. What was the point of reasoning with a drunk man? She raised her arm to wipe his forehead with the cloth.

But before the cloth could touch him, he grabbed her slender wrist and pulled sharply, sending her tumbling into his chest.

His chest was hard and hot, and their breaths mingled in the close space between them.

Bennett's strong arm wrapped around her slim waist, pulling her even tighter. The embrace was so tight she could barely breathe, and a small gasp escaped her lips.

"What's wrong? Is everything alright?" Helen's voice called from the kitchen.

"Nothing!" Yvonne scrambled out of his embrace, flustered. Seeing Helen emerge from the kitchen, she said, "He's drunk. Could you help me get him to his room?"

"Of course." Helen came over, and together, they helped Bennett into his bedroom.

"I'll go get the soup," Helen said before hurrying out again.

Yvonne stood by the bed, carefully pulling the blanket over him.

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