Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 700

They talked as they walked.

Yvonne: The reception was so boring.

Bennett: Other people's parties might be boring, but when we have our wedding reception, you'll have plenty to keep you busy.

Yvonne: Who said I'm having a wedding reception with you?

Bennett stopped, his arm wrapping around Yvonne's slender waist, pulling her into his embrace. "If not a reception, then let's get the license first. Ms. Jones, you've already slept with me. You have to take some responsibility. At least give me a title?"

"If you play your cards right, I'll consider it," Yvonne said, reaching out to tug on Bennett's tie.

Bennett caught her hand, brought it to his lips, and gave it a suggestive peck. "Alright, I'll be on my best behavior tonight."

Yvonne's cheeks flushed slightly. She pulled her hand back and hurried to the car, pulling open the door.

"I'm hungry. Let's go get Japanese food first."

Bennett chuckled, then walked around to the driver's side and got in.

After Bennett and Yvonne left, the wedding reception began to wind down.

The bride and groom, exhausted from the long day, left early.

Frank couldn't be bothered with the guests either and left after making an excuse.

Vincent and Mrs. Walker stayed behind to manage the remaining guests.

The couple couldn't possibly handle everyone, so Mrs. Walker asked someone to get Karina to help. But Karina made up a lame excuse and refused.

Noah looked at Karina's rather foolish display and found it somewhat amusing.

She was standing to the side of the corridor, wearing a purple dress. Purple was a difficult color to pull off, but on Cynthia, it looked perfectly natural. She appeared noble and radiant, seemingly unchanged from how Noah remembered her.

Noah hadn't expected to see Cynthia so suddenly; after all, he had been actively avoiding her at many events.

His hands, hanging at his sides, trembled uncontrollably, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.

Cynthia, however, was perfectly calm upon seeing him.

"Noah, it's been a long time," she greeted him with a smile, as if he were an old friend she hadn't seen in ages.

"Yeah," Noah's voice choked for a moment before he regained his composure. "It has been a long time. When did you get back?"

Cynthia: "Not too long ago."

After that, a brief silence fell between them. They stood facing each other; Cynthia's smile never wavered, while Noah's expression was stiff and awkward.