Dressed entirely in black, his lengthy frame made him appear tall and handsome.

The familiar aroma of spruce wafted over on a gentle breeze, increasing Claudia's nervousness to the point her hands began to sweat.

She stood motionless, locking eyes with him, not knowing what to say. Aurora tried to remain still, not even making a sound. As she noticed Bennett nearing Claudia, she discreetly stepped back.

Bennett wouldn't hit a woman, right?

If he did Lash out at Claudia, would it be appropriate to alert the police?

Would they even address a case of domestic violence? Aurora pondered. Noticing Bennett's outstretched hand, Aurora prepped her phone, poised to dial emergency services.

However, the next second, as soon as she pressed "911", she saw Bennett gently holding Claudia's hand.

Aurora was dumbfounded.

No way.

A public display of affection, yet again!

“Is it too warm for you?"

Feeling the sweat in her palm which he held, Bennett asked.

The man's voice remained calm, devoid of any trace of anger.

Claudia was momentarily perplexed by his behavior, but it wasn't until she saw Aurora's expression that she understood why he was acting so strangely.

Unbeknownst to Bennett, Aurora was aware of the secrets of their marriage. His actions were merely a facade!

A show for Aurora!

Claudia had no choice but to play along with him.

“What brings you here?" she questioned.

"I'm here to escort Mrs. Dreskin home," Bennett responded.

With his words, he subtly tightened his grip on her hand, a faint smile gleaming in his eyes.

Amidst his gentleness, there was a trace of inexplicable indulgence.

Under his gaze, Claudia's cheeks took on a rosy hue as she responded, "I... was just heading out."

“Shall we head home, then?"

She nodded. The grandeur with which she had left home in the morning completely vanished when Bennett held her hand.