He was dressed in tailored trousers and a deep blue blazer, looking less severe and more like a dashing young gentleman.
Yvonne's first thought was that she was seeing things. She instinctively rubbed her eyes and stared blankly at him, only to see Bennett striding toward her.
“What are you staring at? Don't you recognize me?”
“Ben, what are you doing here?” Yvonne asked.
“I came to pick you up,” Bennett said, naturally taking her hand.
Even though the VIP lounge wasn't crowded and Yvonne was wearing a hat and mask, it was still a public place, so they couldn't be too affectionate.
“My flight was about to head back anyway. You flew all the way here? Wasn't that a hassle?” Yvonne said with a sigh.
“I happened to have the time, so I came,” Bennett said, affectionately ruffling her hair. He then looked over at Thomas, gave a polite nod, and said, “Cousin.”
“Right,” Thomas acknowledged with a nod before leading his assistant and the others to a different seating area.
It was obvious to both of them that Bennett had shown up because of Thomas, but there was no need to say it out loud.
Bennett led Yvonne to a seat on the other side of the lounge.
“When did you get here?” Yvonne asked.
“My flight landed this morning. It was a bit tight to go to the hotel, so I just waited for you at the airport,” Bennett replied.
Yvonne nodded, then added, “Bennett, are you ever going to grow up?”

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