Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 695

Yvonne looked up at him, her beautiful, foxy eyes sparkling. Bennett's Adam's apple bobbed as he irresistibly lowered his head and kissed her.

They kissed in the empty elevator until a 'ding' sounded, and the doors slowly slid open, ending their embrace.

"My lipstick is all smudged," Yvonne complained, her cheeks flushed.

"No, it's not. It's even more beautiful," Bennett's long fingers gently brushed against her lips before he took her hand and led her out of the elevator.

Bennett led her into the banquet hall.

The hall, capable of holding over a thousand people, was lavishly decorated to the point of absurdity. It was just... a bit tacky.

The Walker family's sense of aesthetics was truly questionable.

They had arrived late. The wedding ceremony was already over; the exchanging of rings, the kiss, and the reading of the vows were all completed.

When Yvonne and Bennett arrived, the groom, Eden, was leading his bride by the hand, making toasts at the head table.

"We're late?" Yvonne said.

"Everyone's still here. Our timing is perfect," Bennett smiled, leading Yvonne toward the head table.

A stir followed Bennett wherever he went.

"Mr. Bennett Thompson? Am I seeing things?"

"It really is Mr. Bennett Thompson! Wasn't he in a coma after being injured on a mission?"

"Has Mr. Bennett Thompson recovered? And he's attending his illegitimate brother's wedding?"

"With Mr. Bennett Thompson recovered, it looks like Eden's chances of inheriting the Thompson Group are slim to none."

"Looks like there's going to be a lot of drama in the Thompson family."

"Grandmother, Dad. Yolanda and I would like to toast you," Eden said, one arm around Yolanda's waist, the other holding a wine glass.

"Eden, now that you're married, you're a man. You and Yolanda should build a good life together. Also, my health is failing day by day. You two need to give me a great-grandchild soon, so I can rest in peace."

Eden replied, "Grandmother, on such a happy day, don't say such things. You will live a long and healthy life."

Mrs. Thompson Sr. nodded and lamented, "If only Vanessa hadn't gone abroad. Then our whole family would be together."

Frank sat beside her, his expression dark, remaining silent.

"Yolanda, offer a toast to Dad," Eden prompted, nudging her.

But Yolanda stood frozen, her gaze fixed and vacant.

"Yolanda, what are you looking at?" Eden followed her gaze and saw Bennett, dressed in a bespoke all-black suit, exuding an aura of cool nobility, walking towards him step by step.