Chapter 235 That Night

• "I... don’t want... to see you... you... hurting... like this..." Ben Walton kept mumbling, then bent over the toilet and threw up again.
• He was truly wasted. His mind was gone, and he had no idea what he was saying. If he weren’t drunk, he would never have said any of that.
• Vincy Shaw’s face was already streaked with tears by the time Ben finished. She couldn’t even remember how many years it had been since she’d felt so cared for, so cherished. She was a woman—no matter how tough she looked on the outside, her heart was soft. No woman wants to face life’s hardships alone. Every woman wants someone who notices when she’s cold or warm, someone who gets her struggles and her helplessness, who aches for how hard she’s had it. Every woman hopes to meet a man like a big tree who’ll shield her from the wind and rain. A woman is still a woman—no matter how strong she acts, she needs a man she can lean on. That’s just how we’re wired.