"Yvonne, time for your milk. Drink up and get some rest. You still need to take it easy. I''ll make you a special nourishing soup in the morning."


    Helen walked over with a ss of warm milk, her face beaming.


    Yvonne took the milk and thanked her sincerely. "Thank you, Helen. I''ll be leaving tomorrow. I appreciate you taking care of me all this time."


    Knowing Yvonne was leaving, Helen had made sure to call and inform Bet.


    Bet returned to the Cherry Bay apartmentte that night.


    Yvonne woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty. As she went to the kitchen for a ss of water, she saw a tall figure on the living room sofa. He waspletely enveloped in darkness, his head leaning back against the cushions, fast asleep.


    Yvonne stared at him for a moment before turning back to her room and retrieving a nket from the closet.


    She walked over to Bet, moving quietly. Just as she was about to cover him with the nket, his eyes suddenly snapped open, and he grabbed her wrist.


    Before Yvonne could react, the world spun, and she found herself pinned beneath him on the sofa.


    The faint smell of alcohol hung in the air. He had been drinking, which made his presence even more intense and cold. It felt familiar, yet strangely foreign.


    Bet''s dark eyes stared into hers. After a moment, he released her and sat up straight, murmuring a detached, "Sorry."


    Yvonne shook her head to show it was okay. She then bent down to pick up the nket from the floor. "Since you''re awake, you should go sleep in your room. You''ll catch a cold out here."


    "Mm," Bet replied with a faint hum, his eyes flicking up to meet hers.


    Yvonne remained standing in front of him. "George is under police surveince now, so he won''t be a threat to me for the time being. I want to go back to the Spencer estate for a bit."


    Bet listened, paused for a moment, and then said, "Suit yourself."


    With that, he rose from the sofa and went straight to his room.


    The next morning, after finishing the soup Helen had made for her, Yvonne prepared to leave.


    She didn''t see Bet again. “He left early this morning," Helen exined. "Probably went back to the base. He''s a very busy man."


    Yvonne didn''t press further. Before she left, she knelt down to give Bullet a hug.


    Bullet wagged his tail and let out a few soft whines, his doggy eyes full of reluctance to see her go.


    "Be good. I''lle back to see you in a few days," Yvonne said with a smile, patting Bullet''s big head before opening the door and leaving.


    Yvonne called a ride-share and went directly back to the Spencer estate.


    To her surprise, the Spencer home was bustling with activity.


    In the living room, George, Teresa James, and Queena were allughing and talking together.


    "The Rogers family is taking this weekend''s engagement party very seriously. They''ve booked an entire hotel. Our Queena is so fortunate."


    Teresa held Queena''s hand, looking the picture of a loving mother and daughter.


    George added, "Are the dress and jewelry all sorted out? They have to be the best. When my daughter gets married, especially into such a prestigious family, we can''t afford to be careless."


    "Everything''s been taken care of. Oscar came with me to pick them out himself. The dress is haute couture, and the jewelry is a limited edition from a top luxury brand. Oscar is so good to me,"


    Queena said shyly.


    George nodded in satisfaction. He then turned to Teresa and said, "I''m nning to give Queena twenty


    percent of Nexus Media''s sharen et


    and half


    Our family''s assets as her wedding gifts. After all, she''s marrying into the esteemed Rogers family. Her wedding gifts can''t be too shabby."


    Teresa was visibly stunned.