Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 669

She sighed, her voice softening. "I can't be bothered with you. Just drink the soup. I have afternoon tea with some friends later and can't stay here all day."

Bennett picked up the bowl and began sipping the soup. "You're not meeting with that Mrs. Zade again, are you?" he asked. "I'd advise you to stay away from her. She's a bad influence."

"What nonsense. Mrs. Zade and I have been friends for years, and Mignon is a delightful girl. They've been visiting me often to offer support ever since they heard about your accident."

Emma retorted.

Just as Bennett wouldn't listen to Emma, she wouldn't listen to him.

Bennett didn't want to waste his breath. "Fine. Whatever makes you happy," he said simply.

After watching Bennett finish a small bowl of soup, Emma left, satisfied.

As she left the room, she ran into Yvonne in the hallway.

Yvonne was holding a large bouquet of flowers, a smile lighting up her eyes. A girl in her early twenties, so fresh and vibrant, her smile was dazzling. It was no wonder Bennett liked her.

"Mrs. Moore." Yvonne's demeanor became more reserved upon seeing Emma.

"Hmm," Emma acknowledged with a curt nod before walking past her.

Yvonne had always known Emma disliked her. It was true then, and it was true now.

She was used to it and didn't let it bother her. She couldn't please everyone.

Yvonne carried the flowers and hurried into the room.

"You're back?" Bennett smiled at her.

After two near-death experiences, Yvonne had come to a realization. You never know if tomorrow will come, so if there's something you want to do or someone you want to be with, you shouldn't wait. You shouldn't live with regrets.

Bennett hadn't expected her to agree so quickly. He looked at her, slightly stunned, then chuckled softly.

"I thought you might say no. After all, I haven't prepared anything this time either—no romantic proposal, no guests. You even bought the flowers yourself."

"That's okay. As long as there's a ring," Yvonne said, walking over to him and holding out her hand, her eyes fixed on his chest.

Bennett smiled and took the chain from around his neck. A sparkling diamond ring hung from it.

When he was unconscious, Yvonne had washed him every day. She must have seen the necklace then.

Bennett took Yvonne's hand and slipped the ring onto the fourth finger of her right hand.