“You’re my Evelyn!” Benny insisted firmly.


    “I’m sorry, Evelyn.


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    I’ll do anything if youe back to me.


    Evelyn…”


    He leaned in for a ki*s.


    Emery shrieked, pping his face hard.


    Furious, she growled, “What’s wrong with you? Are you drunk? Listen, I’m Emery, not Evelyn.


    Move it!”


    The pain snapped Benny out of it.


    He looked closely at the woman before him.


    She resembled Evelyn but that was it.


    He’d mistaken her identity.


    Realization hit him like a ton of bricks.


    He muttered an apology, then turned and left the bar in a hurry.


    It was already ten at night when Benny got back home.


    He unlocked the door and stepped in.


    The Living room light was still on.


    Catching the sound, Flossie trotted over.


    Benny nced at her with a poker face, then diverted his gaze and kicked off his shoes.


    Seeing his expression, Flossie figured he hadn’t settled things with Edmund.


    She grew worried.


    Approaching cautiously, she asked, “Did you talk to Mr.


    Hanson? How did it go?”


    “Alright,” Benny replied curtly, not wanting to chat.


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    Flossie had loads of questions but kept them to herself.


    She reached for Benny’s coat, catching a whiff of strong perfume.


    Frowning, she fought the urge to gag.


    Benny headed straight to his room without a backward nce.


    After lingering a moment, Flossie inspected the coat.


    A Lipstick mark on the cor caught her eye.


    She distinctly remembered it being clean when Benny left.


    Was it from dinner, or…?


    Flossie couldn’t help but imagine, feeling uneasy.


    Should she confront Benny? But, if she did, would it seem like she didn’t trust him?


    She hesitated, unable to move forward, feeling utterly helpless.


    “Flossie,e here,” Benny called from his room.