Chapter 47 Queenie, I can't help but tell you about Mr. Clancy's situation.

On the other side of town, in the hospital room, Shipley was bringing 8 apples for Benoit in hopes to visit with him.
As soon as he entered the room, he glanced at his wristwatch and casually said to Manley, "Have you all finished eating? If not, let's eat together. Also, can you bring me a takeout box?"

After speaking, Shipley looked at Benoit and said, "Hey, why do you have such a dead face? What's wrong with me taking one of your takeout boxes? You're currently suspected of having the flu. Bro, I brought eight apples to visit you. What's wrong with that? It signifies our deep friendship!"

"Get lost!" Benoit muttered.

Shipley didn't get to eat his lunchbox, and instead of leaving, he walked over to Manley and asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Clancy? He's infected with a virus and can't go back to accompany his wife, but there's no need to be so irritable!"

Manley dared not respond. Shipley widened his eyes and asked, "Could it be that the newlyweds are quarreling?" Seeing Manley's strange expression, Shipley muttered to himself, "That seems to be the case!"

With that, he went straight to Benoit's bedside and sat down. "Brother, if you have any emotional confusion, ask me! I understand!"

Benoit glanced at him sideways, "You?" "Yes!" Shipley rolled up his sleeves, "I don't need to ask what happened between you and Queenie, I can also identify the problems!"

"What?"
"You didn't date!" Shipley slapped the table.
Benoit frowned and emphasized, "But we got married."

"See! That's the problem! People get married after dating, going on dates, getting to know each other, experiencing the excitement of holding hands and kissing for the first time under the moonlight. But you guys? You hit a home run right away! Tell me, can it be the same? That's the foundation!" Shipley elaborated on his insights.

At this time, Manley's phone made a sound, indicating a new email in his inbox. He instinctively opened it and glanced at the video in the email, his face turning pale with fear. "Th... Mr. Clancy... Someone sent Queenie's video to my inbox. Maybe they couldn't find your contact information on the official website, so they sent it to the assistant's inbox..."

Benoit, upon hearing this, had a bad premonition and sharp eyes shot towards Manley. "Show me the video!"


The video was sent by Sarah to Manley's inbox. She couldn't find Benoit's contact information on the Clancy Group official website or on Weibo, so she took a gamble and sent it to Benoit's assistant's inbox, hoping that Benoit would see it.

Benoit glanced at the video sent to him, and his handsome face froze. Shipley sneakily glanced at him and exclaimed, "Oh my god," quickly distancing himself a few meters. Just kidding!

After so many years with Benoit, he didn't need to look to know what the video was about, surely it had triggered his jealousy. In the past, every time he saw Pollard and Queenie laughing and talking, his mood would become extremely suppressed, and he would either drag Benoit to spar or take him and Simms out for drinks. This time, it was most likely related to Pollard! Adhering to the principle of cherishing life, Shipley moved away a few steps.

After a while, the chilly voice of Benoit echoed in the quiet ward.
"Where is Queenie?"

Manley hesitated for a moment and finally answered truthfully, "The person sent to secretly protect Queenie said that she was crying by the river."

"Good, very good." Benoit squeezed out a few words through his teeth, scaring Shipley and Manley into silence.

At this moment, even breathing too loudly felt like a mistake.
The low pressure in the ward persisted until Benoit's phone rang.

Benoit glanced at it, and the chill surrounding him subsided slightly.
Manley and Shipley exchanged glances, knowing without asking that the call must be from Queenie!

Benoit answered the phone, his voice filled with a hint of coldness, "It's me."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, but then a tentative voice came through, "Are you busy?"
"Speak." Benoit's voice gave no indication of his emotions.

Taking a deep breath, Queenie said, "Pollard just proposed to me."

Benoit's icy demeanor seemed to soften a bit upon hearing this.
He remained silent, seemingly waiting for Queenie to continue.
Now that her emotions had calmed down, speaking these words didn't seem as difficult for Queenie.

She looked at the bustling night scene outside the window and slowly confessed to Benoit.

"After work, the director of the cultural relics institute came to pick me up, only mentioning something about looking at publications. After all, he is an elder, and it was a small favor he asked of me, so I didn’t want to refuse and went with him.

When we arrived at the institute, I found out that Pollard wanted to propose to me. He couldn't come back in person, so he proposed through a projection on his phone. At first, I was too flustered and didn't react, so I listened to his proposal.

But when I realized what was happening, I immediately rejected him. Benoit... I'm sorry, I felt that I should be honest with you about this.

Just now, I called Pollard to tell him that I got married, but I didn't mention that it was to you. Lilith grabbed the phone from me. I made this call because I don't want you to overthink it, and I don't want you to hear this news from someone else. I will definitely keep my distance from Pollard in the future."

"Okay, I believe you."

Queenie breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

After a while, Benoit's voice on the other end of the phone became much gentler. "Where are you now?"

"I'm back home," Queenie honestly responded.

"Good, then go to your room and open the closet."

Queenie obediently took her phone and walked back to the master bedroom, opening the closet and getting a shock.

She didn't have many clothes to begin with, only occupying less than a quarter of the closet, making it look empty.

But now, the closet was filled with clothes for the current season. Coats, dresses, base layers - there were various colors, a dazzling array, just like the racks in a store.
As a woman, she naturally liked this.
Soon, a warm voice like a gentle breeze came through the phone.

"Lou Queenie, happy birthday," said Benoit.

Queenie's heart fluttered, surprised that Benoit actually knew her birthday!

"Thank you," Queenie's lips unconsciously curled up, "So when are you coming back?"

At the mention of this, for some reason, Benoit's voice became colder, simply saying, "I don't know."

She had no choice but to force a smile and say, "Okay, then you're busy. I won't disturb you."

After hanging up the phone, Benoit's expression darkened again.

However, both Shipley and Manley could keenly sense the change in Benoit's demeanor.

Before, it was cold, like the kind of coldness that wanted to kill someone, but now it was more like being sulky.

Manley quickly broke the awkward silence and asked, "Was it Queenie who called? Did Queenie confess to you?"

"Yes," Benoit nodded lightly, his expression showing no joy or anger.

Manley let out a sigh of relief, "Queenie confessed, which means she doesn't have any feelings for Second Young Master. Mr. Clancy, you can be rest assured!"

"That may not be the case," Shipley offered his opinion, "Like I said before, she was in a three-year relationship. Can it be the same as being with you for just over ten days? Definitely not! The depth of emotions must be different!"

Manley wiped off a cold sweat, this guy sure knew how to speak up!

But Shipley enjoyed analyzing other people's relationships and continued to immerse himself in the feeling of being an expert.

"So, I think Little Queenie confessed to Third Young Master because of responsibility and morality! If you ask me whether she has feelings for Third, I don't necessarily think so."

Benoit's face darkened a little at these words.

How could he not be clear about this?

Queenie's recent confession was more of a responsibility towards this marriage.

At best, it could only be said that she cared about this marriage, but not that she loved him.