Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 698

Noah: "What are you doing here anyway? Trying to cause a scene?"

"This whole affair was a mess to begin with. It has nothing to do with me," Bennett said, picking up a glass from the table and swirling it nonchalantly.

"You just recovered. Drink less," Noah warned him.

Bennett's hand paused for a moment. "You sound just like my old man. Too much nagging."

"And you still don't listen," Noah said, exasperated.

"Yeah," Bennett replied absently, taking a sip of wine anyway.

"You guys chat. I need to go to the restroom," Yvonne said. She was bored and wanted to get some fresh air.

"To touch up your lipstick?" Bennett said with a low laugh, taking her hand and rubbing his thumb sensuously over the back of it.

Yvonne froze for a second, remembering their passionate kiss in the elevator, and her cheeks flushed uncontrollably.

She shot him an annoyed glare, but with her beautiful, foxy eyes, even her glares looked like flirtatious glances.

If it weren't for the setting, Bennett would have pulled her into his arms for another fierce kiss.

But Yvonne had already pulled her hand away and quickly walked off.

"Made your little girlfriend mad again?" Noah teased.

"Yeah," Bennett shrugged helplessly, though he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. "It's fine. I'll just have to sweet-talk her later."

After saying that, Bennett took another sip of wine. He happened to look up and saw a staff member leading Cynthia into the hall.

Cynthia didn't sit at their table but joined the rest of the Scott family.

"Yvonne, what are you doing here? Are you here for the wedding too?" Teresa asked, walking quickly toward her.

Yvonne looked up lazily, glanced at Teresa, and gave a faint, "Yeah."

"You came to the wedding?" Caroline stood beside Teresa, looking at Yvonne with disdain.

Yvonne was wearing a high-end designer dress, her hair adorned with a priceless imperial green jade hairpin. She was so beautiful she looked like a socialite from a bygone era, plucked right out of a painting.

Caroline's own looks were her least remarkable feature. Her gaze on Yvonne shifted from disdain to jealousy, her face contorting slightly.

She wasn't young anymore, and her parents were growing increasingly anxious about her marriage prospects.

The most suitable match was still the Hughes family. The Hughes and James families had business partnerships, making it a powerful alliance. Steven himself was talented, handsome, and successful.

For the sake of their daughter's future happiness, her parents had swallowed their pride and personally visited the Hughes family to discuss the marriage, even offering many concessions and a substantial dowry.