“I told you, Mr. Taylor has always had a thing for that little bitch Yvonne. Why would he ever take your side?” Letitia muttered, tugging at the hem of Jessa Lane's dress. “Let's just go back. We're just embarrassing ourselves standing here.”
Jessa Lane shot her a glare before turning and running toward the villa. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life.
……
By now, Yvonne and Bennett were back in their room.
Yvonne went straight into the bathroom to shower. Now that she was pregnant, she was extremely sensitive to the smell of alcohol and found it nauseating.
After her shower, Yvonne changed into clean clothes—not another formal dress, but comfortable loungewear.
Since they were back, she had no intention of rejoining the party.
Yvonne came out of the bathroom and saw Bennett standing by the door, his tall frame casually leaning against the wall.
He had also changed out of his suit and dress shirt into a loose-fitting t-shirt.
“Aren't you going back to the party?” Yvonne asked, confused.
Bennett was the majority shareholder of the Thompson Group; he was expected to participate in the company retreat.
“No. Noah's there, that's enough,” Bennett replied casually, reaching out to ruffle her hair, which was still damp from her shower.
“Want me to blow-dry your hair?” Bennett asked.
Yvonne shook her head. “I'm not going to sleep right now. It doesn't need drying; it'll air-dry on its own.”
“Not sleeping right now, huh? Then how about we do something else?” Bennett wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace with a gentle tug.
Their bodies pressed together unexpectedly. The heat of his chest was intoxicating, and the raw hunger in his gaze made Yvonne’s breath hitch. She felt the flush creeping up her neck, a telltale sign of the spark between them.
She glanced down at her belly, then looked up at Bennett. “Don't get any ideas.”

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