"Alright, then let's get you fed first." Bennett picked up his fork, speared a small piece of steak, and brought it to her lips.
After they finished dinner, Bennett drove Yvonne back to her apartment.
The black Mercedes parked in front of her apartment building. Bennett turned off the engine, and they went upstairs together.
Yvonne didn't live in the apartment often, but she had a maid who cleaned it regularly.
So, when they opened the door, the place was clean and tidy. A window in the living room was open, letting fresh air circulate.
Yvonne took off her coat and, out of habit, picked up the remote from the coffee table and turned on the TV.
At that time, a local channel was airing an entertainment news segment. Coincidentally, they were interviewing Thomas.
As an A-list, award-winning actor, Thomas only took roles in major productions, and his work always garnered significant attention.
In the interview, Thomas was still in costume, looking quite dashing as a romantic scholar.
"Did you turn on the TV just to see Thomas? Is he that good-looking?" Bennett asked, wrapping his arms around Yvonne's waist from behind.
Trapped against his chest, Yvonne turned her head to look at him. "Why do you sound so jealous? Can't you be a little more confident, Mr. Bennett Thompson? You're much better looking than he is... Mmph..."
Before Yvonne could finish, Bennett had pushed her down onto the sofa, his mouth capturing hers.
During their passionate kiss, his hot hands roamed her body.
Yvonne felt breathless, her body set on fire by his touch. Gasping, she reached out to pull at his shirt and unbuckle his belt.
Bennett cooperated eagerly, and just as things were about to ignite, the doorbell rang at the most inopportune moment.
The doorbell rang once, then twice. When no one answered, the person outside started knocking.


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