Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 563

“Yvonne, when’s your birthday?”

“October second,” Yvonne replied, giving the birthdate of her current body.

“So you’ll be twenty in about half a year,” Monica said with a smile. “Once you’re of legal age, you and Bennett can get your marriage license. I think that boy is getting impatient.”

“We haven’t really thought about marriage yet,” Yvonne said, her cheeks turning slightly red.

“You’re still young, so of course you’re not in a hurry. But Bennett is about to turn thirty. By the time Bruce was his age, my Vonnie could already walk and talk.”

“Oh.” Yvonne wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so she just gave a vague murmur.

Seeing her blush, Monica couldn't help but smile again. “I can tell Bennett is serious about you. I’m just waiting to be invited to your wedding.”

Monica had seen enough of life to know that you could tell if a man loved a woman just by looking at his eyes.

When Bennett was with Yolanda, he had seemed gentle and attentive, always accommodating, especially when it came to money; he never let her want for anything.

But with Yolanda, Bennett had always been too calm. There was never a ripple of emotion.

When he looked at Yvonne, however, his eyes were fiery and tender, as if he couldn’t bear to look away from her for a second.

In the past, Bennett had only ever looked at Vonnie that way.

If Bennett loved Yvonne the same way he had loved Vonnie, then Monica could rest easy.

At least they could both find happiness.

Monica thought that Vonnie was such a kind soul; if her spirit was watching over them, she would want the people she had loved to be happy.

After washing the dishes and tidying the kitchen, Monica and Yvonne sat in the living room chatting. A little while later, Bruce and Bennett came downstairs.

“It’s alright,” Yvonne said with a slight curl of her lips, though her tone was a little forced.

“Then how about a kiss?” Bennett said, leaning down to press his lips against hers.

His lips also had a faint taste of tobacco, mixed with the crisp scent of mint water.

“Don’t do that out here,” Yvonne instinctively pushed him away.

Bruce and Monica were still standing at the door. Fortunately, the yard was dimly lit, and Bennett had used the pretext of fastening her seatbelt to kiss her. His large frame had shielded her completely, so Bruce and Monica probably hadn't seen anything.

But even if they couldn’t see, Yvonne couldn't help but feel flustered.

“Alright,” Bennett said with a faint smile. He returned to the driver’s seat and started the engine.

As the car moved smoothly onto the main road, Bennett, with his hands on the wheel, began telling Yvonne about the case of Clara and her grandmother.