Chapter 687
Yvonne must have been exhausted, because she slept soundly through the night.
She slept until noon the next day, only waking up because she was hungry.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and instinctively called out, “Bennett. Ben p>
When no one answered, she realized she was alone in the bedroom.
Yvonne frowned slightly. As she threw back the covers and was about to get out of bed, the bedroom door opened.
Bennett walked in, holding a glass of warm milk.
“You’re awake? I thought you were going to sleep until the afternoon. I was just debating whether to wake you,” Bennett said, sitting on the edge of the bed and ruffling her hair.
“Have some milk first. Then get up and eat. I made some soup and fried an egg,” he added.
For Mr. Bennett Thompson, a man born with a silver spoon in his mouth, making soup, frying an egg, and warming up milk was probably the extent of his culinary skills.
Yvonne took the glass and drank most of it in one go.
After drinking most of the milk, Yvonne placed the glass on the bedside table.
“I’ll carry you to breakfast.” Bennett scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the dining room.
On the dining table, the soup and golden-fried egg were already laid out, along with a few side dishes. However, the side dishes were leftovers Helen had made the day before and stored in the fridge.
Bennett took the soup bowl and spoon and began feeding Yvonne spoonful by spoonful.
Yvonne ate while scrolling through her phone.
“How is it?” Bennett asked nonchalantly as he fed her.
“It’s pretty good,” Yvonne mumbled, her eyes still on her phone.
Bennett chuckled softly. “You mean, *I’m* pretty good? Should we continue this afternoon p>
“Yeah! Huh?” Yvonne’s gaze shifted
from her phone to Bennett. Whem et Realized what he meant, her
she
cheeks instantly flushed red.
“Bennett, that’s enough. My back still hurts,” Yvonne said, annoyed.
“Your back hurts? Let me rub it for you. Does anywhere else hurt?
you want me to buy you some
his band reaching for her waist
medicine? Bennett said meet
Before Yvonne could react, he had pulled her onto his lap. His warm palm rested on
her lower back, gently massaging it.
The ache in her back eased
considerably. She relaxed against
Bennett’s firm chest, her eyes half-closed, and murmured, “Bennett, as punishment for you overindulgerice last night, you’re sleeping in the guest room for the rest of the week p>
“My dear, that’s not fair. Weren’t you the one who started it last night?” Bennett said helplessly.
“I’m not being fair. What are you going to do about it?” Yvonne asked, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
Bennett shook his head with a resigned smile. He picked up the soup bowl again. “More p>
Yvonne shook her head. “No more. Go buy me some medicine p>
“Did I really hurt you?” Bennett asked, his eyes instinctively glancing towards the hem of her dress.
Yvonne replied, “No. The morning-after pill. You didn’t use anything last night. What if I get pregnant p>
“If you do, we’ll have it. I can afford to raise a child,” Bennett said quite seriously. Yvonne was speechless.