Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 626

Meanwhile, Bennett and Yvonne were at a classic barbecue joint.

Yvonne had been filming on set recently, and her assistant, following Sandra's instructions, had been preparing her low-fat meals three times a day: vegetables, chicken breast, and shrimp.

She was so sick of it she could practically see green.

"If Sandra finds out I'm eating barbecue while filming, she's going to kill me," Yvonne said, but it didn't stop her.

Grilled beef, lamb, fish fillets... she didn't hold back on anything.

"Then we just won't let her know," Bennett said with a warm smile, using the tongs to place a piece of grilled meat onto her plate.

As expected, Yvonne ate until she was stuffed.

Instead of heading straight home, they drove to a spot by the river not far from Cherry Bay to walk off their meal.

It was evening, and the river shimmered under the glittering neon lights of the skyscrapers that lined its banks.

Yvonne wore a trench coat and a mask, her long hair hanging loosely. Her casual, low-key outfit made her look nothing like a celebrity.

Bennett was out of his uniform and in casual clothes. He held Yvonne's hand as they strolled slowly along the riverbank.

"Quiet all of a sudden. What are you thinking about?" Bennett asked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Yvonne replied, "A phrase just came to mind."

"What phrase?" he asked.

"It reminds me of a peaceful evening song by the water," Yvonne answered, her gaze fixed on the shimmering river. "It feels so warm and comforting, like the feeling of home."

"Hmm," Bennett smiled faintly. He casually wrapped an arm around her shoulder and, through her mask, gave her a light kiss on the corner of her lips.

But Yvonne instinctively frowned, her eyes darting towards a shadowy area nearby. "I think someone's taking pictures of us."

Yvonne walked up and hugged him from behind.

Bennett turned around, his eyes softening as a smile touched his lips. "Barefoot again?"

"Yeah, I forgot," she replied casually, standing barefoot on the cool floor.

"Naughty girl," Bennett said, lightly tapping her nose with his finger. Then he swept her up off the floor, pressing her against the window as he kissed her.

Helen had stayed in her room, only greeting them briefly when they first came in. She tactfully remained out of sight, not wanting to disturb them.

But while the humans were considerate, their dog was not.

As Bennett and Yvonne kissed, Bullet sat at Bennett's feet, wagging his tail, his big head tilted up, watching them with his wide doggy eyes.

The large dog, almost waist-high, was impossible to ignore.