Chapter 268
Bennett sat quietly on the sofa, his expression as cool as ever. He looked normal, but his eyes were unfocused, a clear sign that he was drunk.
After seeing Simon out, Helen hurried to the kitchen to make some sobering soup. “I’ll go make some soup, Ms. Jones,” she said to Yvonne. “Please keep an eye on the young master.”
“Okay.” Yvonne nodded. She went to the bathroom first, wrung out a washcloth with warm water, and then walked over to Bennett, crouching down to look at him.
He looked back at her, his gaze slow and heavy. He always handled his alcohol well; he never caused a scene when drunk.
“Do you want to wipe your face, or should I help you?” Yvonne offered him the warm, damp cloth.
Bennett just stared at her, unmoving.
Yvonne sighed. What was the point of reasoning with a drunk man? She raised her arm to wipe his forehead with the cloth.
But before the cloth could touch him, he grabbed her slender wrist and pulled sharply, sending her tumbling into his chest.
His chest was hard and hot, and their breaths mingled in the close space between them.
Bennett’s strong arm wrapped around her slim waist, pulling her even tighter. The embrace was so tight she could barely breathe, and a small gasp escaped her lips. “What’s wrong? Is everything alright?” Helen’s voice called from the kitchen.
“Nothing!” Yvonne scrambled out of his embrace, flustered. Seeing Helen emerge from the kitchen, she said, “He’s drunk. Could you help me get him to his room?” “Of course.” Helen came over, and together, they helped Bennett into his bedroom.
“I’ll go get the soup,” Helen said before hurrying out again.
Yvonne stood by the bed, carefully pulling the blanket over him.
His eyes were closed as if he were asleep, his thick eyelashes casting a shadow on his cheeks.
Yvonne had always been envious of Bennett’s eyelashes. They were so long and thick, more beautiful than any woman’s.
She couldn’t resist reaching out, her fingertip lightly brushing against his lashes before she snatched her hand back as if she’d been shocked.
She stood up to leave but then noticed a yellowed envelope on the nightstand.
The envelope looked so familiar that she picked it up instinctively.
She slowly unfolded the paper inside and saw the familiar handwriting t was the farewell letter that the
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Before her final mission, Yvonne had left two farewell letters: one for her parents
and one for Bennett.
She had written:
Ben, I hope you never have to read this letter.
Because if you are reading it, it means I’m gone.
If there was anything in this world as important to me as my convictions, it was you. I remember the first time I was injured on a mission, you angrily asked me why I couldn’t just be a normal person.
I wanted to be a normal girl, to marry you, and to have lots of children with you.
But sadly, peace in this world isn’t a given; it’s something people have to fight for.
Ben, do you remember Flora’s death? There are so many others like her in this world.
So many innocent girls are victimized, so many young children lie in poots of their own blood, and so many elderly people are swindled out of their life savings with no one to turn to As long as there is evil i this world, there will be a need for
police officers like me to stand up.
I took an oath under the flag to be loyal to my country and to protect its people. I
chose this path, and I must walk it to the very end.