Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 686

“Bennett, are you trying to suffocate me? You’ve wrapped me up like a burrito,” Yvonne grumbled, wriggling inside the blanket.

“Don’t move,” Bennett let out a low groan, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“I’ll move if I want to.” Yvonne pushed the blanket away, her soft arms winding around his neck as she gave him a teasing peck on the corner of his lips.

Bennett gave a helpless laugh. He could see she was doing it on purpose.

“Not afraid of the pain anymore? Yvonne, my self-control isn’t that strong.” His dark eyes seemed to burn with fire, and his breath was hot against her skin.

“Bennett, I’ve never been the one who’s afraid. You are,” Yvonne said, kissing him again.

Her current body was highly sensitive, especially to pain.

But Yvonne had a high tolerance for it; she wasn't the one who couldn't handle it. Bennett was the one who thought she couldn't.

All along, it had been him who was afraid, not her.

He was afraid of hurting her, afraid of causing her pain, afraid of making her unhappy or sad.

The blanket that had been wrapped around Yvonne was now somewhere on the floor.

“If it hurts too much, just tell me.”

But Yvonne wasn’t in the mood for talking. She simply kissed him.

Yvonne noticed beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“What’s… what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?” she asked, confused, reaching up to feel his forehead.

Bennett grabbed her hand and instinctively pulled it away.

He must have used too much force, because the sudden movement left Yvonne a little stunned.

When they were finished, Bennett lifted Yvonne out of the tub.

She leaned limply against him, her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes half-closed, too tired to even move an eyelid.

Bennett carefully dried her off and helped her into a nightgown.

Yvonne rolled over, hugged the covers, and immediately fell into a deep sleep, not wanting to say another word.

Bennett, bare-chested, leaned down and placed a light kiss on her cheek.

“Next time, will you still ask for trouble?”

He sat by the bed for a while, watching her peaceful expression as she slept. Then he stood up, walked out to the balcony, and lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag.

Bennett was likely too worked up to sleep. His mind was wide awake. He stood on the open-air balcony, smoking for half the night.