Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 634

Meanwhile, in another room in the hotel.

Yvonne returned and went straight to the bathroom for a shower. As she was drying her hair, her phone, resting on the vanity, suddenly rang.

She picked it up and answered. Bennett’s handsome face filled the screen.

He was in his barracks room, wearing an army-green tank top that showed off his muscular physique.

Yvonne put down the hair dryer and carried the phone into the bedroom. She propped it up on a stand on her nightstand and lay back against the pillows.

“Your hair is still wet,” Bennett reminded her.

“I wanted to talk to you. It’ll air dry,” Yvonne replied, her voice a little hoarse. Having showered and removed her makeup, the exhaustion on her face was plain to see.

The day’s scenes had required countless takes. Yvonne had fallen to the ground more times than she could count, her throat was raw from delivering her lines, and her arms and knees were bruised.

She looked completely drained.

“What’s wrong? Bad mood?” Bennett asked.

“No, just tired,” she answered.

“Then you should get some rest,” he said.

Yvonne shook her head. “I don’t want to sleep yet. I want to talk to you a little longer.”

Bennett let out a soft laugh. “I need to rest too. Be good, go to sleep.”

“Okay,” Yvonne said, looking reluctant as she waited for him to end the call.

Bennett raised his hand but didn’t hang up right away. Instead, he smiled warmly and said, “Vonnie, I miss you.” His voice was filled with tender affection.

That night, as Yvonne slept curled up under the covers, Bennett’s words seemed to echo in her ears: Vonnie, I miss you.

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