"Is this... for depression? Who takes this?" Yvonne asked, puzzled.


    Helen sighed heavily and was about to answer when the sound of the front door opening interrupted her.


    Bet walked in. He looked as if he''d juste from the base, still dressed in his dark green military uniform, his presencemanding and cool.


    Helen quickly closed the drawers and hurried to the entryway. "You''re home, sir."


    "Yes," Bet responded coolly, unfastening the cor of his uniform and handing the jacket to Helen, who hung it neatly on a coat rack.


    Yvonne stood where she was, offering him a small, stiff smile and a nod. If she were the Yvonne of the past, she would have already thrown herself into his arms. But she was a different Yvonne now, and that was something she could no longer do.


    Bet''s deep, calm gaze lingered on her for only a moment before he brushed past and disappeared into his study, not emerging for the rest of the evening.


    Taking the hint, Yvonne returned to her room. After washing up, she called Sandra. Until Mr. Turner''s movie was released, she was still a rtive unknown. Sandra suggested booking a few talk show appearances to get her name out there.


    "Whatever you think is best. I trust your judgment," Yvonne said.


    "So trusting? I''m still on your father''s payroll, you know. Aren''t you afraid I''ll sell you out?" Sandra teased.


    "I trust you," Yvonne replied, her tone serious. Of all therades she had fought alongside in her past life, none were more trustworthy than Sandra.


    After the call, she ced her phone on the nightstand, ready for sleep. Perhaps she was finally getting used to her new surroundings, as her second night at Cherry Bay was a peaceful one.


    But just as she was sleeping soundly the next morning, the shrill ring of her phone jolted her awake.


    She rubbed her eyes and answered.


    "Dad wants you home for dinner tonight. Don''t bete, and don''t make the whole family wait for you again," Jeffrey said impatiently before hanging up.


    Before Yvonne could even think of a refusal, the line went dead. Annoyed, she tossed the phone back onto the nightstand and threw off the covers.


    That evening, as Yvonne was changing to go out, Bet emerged from his study. "Going somewhere?" he asked.


    "Yes, back to the Spencer family''s house," she replied honestly.


    "I''ll drive you."


    "Don''t you have work to do?" she asked, puzzled. For the past two days, he had been holed up in his study untilte at night.


    "Protecting you is part of my work,” he said, his dark eyes focused. He picked up his


    car keys from the coffee table and strode toward the door.


    Yvonne followed a step behind him.


    The ck Mercedes G-Wagon moved smoothly down the road. The silence inside the car was almost unnerving Yvonne watched the scenery blur past her window, then turned to look at the man driving.


    "How is the case in Vexel progressing? They should be able to catch Mark soon, right?"


    The only reasons Mark had


    remained hidden for so long were his deep-rooted connections in Vexel and the fact that no one had ever seen his face, with an urate sketch, finding him should be much easier.


    "Yes," Bet replied curtly, his eyes fixed on the road.


    "Once he''s arrested, you won''t have to protect me anymore," Yvonne added in a light, teasing tone. "You''ll


    ''n''


    have more time to spend with your fiancée content


    At that, he nced at her, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes void of emotion.


    "Right," he said, his voice t.