Benson

Chapter 10 Temptation

The scene at the ball was like a dazzling dream, with soft lights and soothing music. Everyone was dressed in elegant attire. Yet amidst this splendor, Yvonne’s eyes were involuntarily drawn to a solitary figure–Benson.

Benson stood apart from the crowd, his silhouette accentuated by the lights, appearing particularly lonely.

Itis presence starkly contrasted with the couples around him. In this romantic atmosphere, he seemed like an outsider, quietly observing everything without participating.

Yvonne know Benson’s behavior was a comfort to a wife.

In this place full of temptations, his ability to remain pure was undoubtedly a testament to his loyalty to their marriage.

However, Yvonne’s heart was filled with complex emotions. She believed Benson’s sexual ability was fine, yet he refused to touch her, his wife, which made her feel a surge of jealousy.

At that moment, Yvonne telt deeply envious of Mary, the woman who once had an affair with Benson.

Beautiful lady, may I have this dance? I promise to be a gentleman.” The man’s voice was gentle and polite, but the hint of a mischievous smile made Yvonne uneasy.

Yvonne’s gaze shifted between the man’s invitation and Benson. Her smile hesitated for a moment

Ultimately, she decided to accept the challenge of the dance. “Maybe later, I can try your dance moves,” she replied, her voice tinged with playfulness However, just as she was about to take her first step, Benson appeared in front of her like an unignorable barrier

“The divorce isn’t final yet. Can you be more careful?” Benson’s words carried undeniable authority, reminding Yvonne that their marriage wasn’t over. Yvonne could clearly sense Benson’s unique scent, a mix of tobacco and leather, familiar yet distant.

This scent once symbolized the man she deeply loved, accompanying countless days and nights, witnessing ber joys and sorrows.

Now, however, this scent felt like an invisible barrier, separating them and making Yvonne feel an indescribable distance and loss.

She thought, Benson must have felt repelled by the idea of her dancing with someone else, but this was too much of a double standard. He hadn’t been so careful when his affair with Mary was the talk of the town.

Yet, Yvonne didn’t express her dissatisfaction because she lanew she still needed to get the brooch Benson promised her, so she had to maintain outward harmony.

“Alright, don’t worry, I won’t cause any negative news,” she responded obediently, as if assuring Benson she would follow the rules of their marital game.

Benson felt a momentary confusion but didn’t show it. Each of Yvonne’s changes was like a mirror reflecting the fluctuations in his heart.

Yesterday’s Yvonne was assertive, determined, and independent, presenting an insurmountable challenge for him.

Today’s Yvonne was obedient and submissive, reminiscent of the woman who always tried to please him in the past.

Which one was the real Yvonne?

“When are you going home?” Benson’s voice was low, with a barely perceptible hint of weariness.

“I’ll stay a while longer. After all, Bella prepared for this ball for a long time.” Yvonne’s voice was calm, bur Benson could sense the firmness behind her

words.

Benson nodded slowly and heavily.

He understood Yvonne’s intention and respected her decision.

y were about to divorce, they chose to maintain each other’s dignity and keep a semblance of harmony in this situation.

Though they were

He walked over to where Yvonne had been sirring and sat down slowly.

His movements were a bit stiff. After sitting, Benson Jucked at Yvonne, but his gaze was empty, as If searching for something he couldn’t find.

Bella gracefully rose and linked her arm with Yvonne’s, imoving with a natural and fluid motion that suggested a deep, unspoken understanding between then,

“Yvonne, how can you face Berison’s delicious body yet still ask for a divorce?” Bella’s voice was teasing.

Her eyes sparkled mischievously, as if challenging Yvonne’s resolve. Her words praised Benson’s charm while expressing confusion over Yvonne’s

Just then, the music in the dance flour abruptly stopped!

It felt like a twist of fate.

Bella’s words about Benson’s “strong temptation” ochood clearly in the silence, catching everyone’s attention.

The lively ball suddenly fell silent, and all eyes turned to Yvonne and Bella

1515 began whispering, their eyes filled with curiosity and surprise.

Some people at the singles ball didn’t know about Yvonne and Benson’s relationship and were intrigued by Bella’s comment, eager to see who this ” Irresistible man” was.

Bella realized her slip, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face.

She quickly tried to explain, “Everyone, you misheard. We were just joking.” But her explanation only piqued the crowd’s curiosity more, making the atmosphere even more delicate.

The man who had invited Yvonne to dance approached her, his eyes twinkding with mischief.

“Beautiful lady, do you think my allure is strong enough?” His words immediately drew more attention, with laughter and applause mingling together. The atmosphere was lively and boisterous, filled with joyful noise.

The crowd’s cheers rose and fell like waves, pushing the scene to a climax.

Laughter, applause, and cheers interwove, creating a vibrant picture.

Every face was lit with excitement and joy

Bella quickly waved her hands, trying to quell the misunderstanding, “Everyone, you misheard. It’s not like that!” To divert attention, she gently pushed Yvonne toward Benson, attempting to ease the situation with this action.

Just then, a voice cut through the air with a teasing tone, “Oh, there’s a protector. How about this? Kiss her in front of everyone!”

This suggestion linmediately caused a bigger commotion, and all eyes tocused on Yvonne and Benson, expecting an impromptu show.

In the lively gathering, lights flickered, muste jumped, and laughter and cheers melded into one.

Yvonne and Benson, surrounded by enthusiasm, stood out in the crowd.

With waves of cheers, they were pushed together, like stars of a play, expected to perform a scene.

Benson’s face bore an awkward smile, his hands behind his back, trying to maintain a polite distance. His eyes showed a trace of helplessness. He cleared his throat, “Stop it She’s my sister!”