Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 622

“Did you miss me?” Bennett asked, his warm hand cupping her chin.

They had been apart for over two months. Absence had indeed made the heart grow fonder. As their bodies pressed together, Yvonne could clearly feel his burning body heat and the hardness of his arousal.

The hotel room lights were off. In the dimness, desire bloomed, and the air around them seemed to crackle with heat.

Yvonne's mouth suddenly felt dry. Her hand rested on Bennett's chest as she whispered, “Weren't we going to eat?”

“Right now, I want you first,” Bennett murmured before lowering his head to kiss her.

Perhaps because they had been apart for so long, Bennett's kiss was almost savage, leaving Yvonne breathless. His hot hands roamed her body.

The sensations made her whole body ache with need, her limbs going weak as she leaned into his embrace.

Fortunately, Bennett still had some self-control and didn't dare go too far while they were out.

“I've missed you,” he breathed, pinning her against the door. His lips brushed her ear, his breath coming in hot, heavy pants.

“Mmm,” Yvonne murmured, her eyes half-closed, as she fumbled with the buttons on her shirt that he had pulled open.

“Was the wedding march nice just now?” Bennett asked, holding her close.

“Mhm,” Yvonne mumbled, still focused on buttoning her shirt.

“So, what have you decided?” he asked.

“About what?” Yvonne looked up, confused.

“Is your memory that bad?” Bennett gently tapped her nose. “Last time, you said you would consider marrying me if I agreed to a private wedding.”

“Well, I've thought about it, and I can accept that. So, what about you? Have you made up your mind?”

Yvonne hesitated for a moment before remembering that she had indeed said that. But she had only said it casually, never expecting Bennett to actually agree.

Frank was pushing his mother out of the hotel in her wheelchair.

Mrs. Thompson Sr.'s health was declining rapidly; she now struggled to even walk and needed the chair to get around.

After the party, Frank had to take her back to the nursing home.

Vincent and Belinda were there with Yolanda and Eden. The two families were saying their goodbyes.

Mrs. Thompson Sr. held Yolanda's hand, a loving smile on her face. “My dear, you two take good care of each other, and try to have a baby soon. That’ll let me grow old in peace.”

Yolanda's expression was stiff as the old woman held her hand.

“Dear, where is the bracelet I gave you? Why aren't you wearing it?” Mrs. Thompson Sr. asked, looking at Yolanda's bare wrist.

“What stupid bracelet? It's tacky and ugly,” Yolanda muttered under her breath. Fortunately, Mrs. Thompson Sr. was old and a bit hard of hearing, so she didn't catch it.