That silent sorrow made Yvonne want to cry.


    Her eyes burned red as she fought to hold back the tears.


    After a long while, Bet finally stood up, his gaze once again falling on Yvonne. "What are you doing here?"


    Yvonne was at a loss for words.


    "Would you believe me if I said I was just passing by?" Yvonne asked, her reddish, almond-shaped eyes blinking with a look of pure innocence as she spun her lie.


    Bet let out a low, cold scoff. "What do you think?"


    Yvonne fell silent again.


    Since she couldn''te up with a usible excuse, she decided to just own it. "Believe me or not."


    It was unclear whether Bet believed her or not. He gave her onest, deep look, then turned and walked away without another word.


    Yvonne watched his figure disappear from sight before bending down to pick up the roses he had left. She held them in her arms and lowered her head to inhale their fragrance.


    Mm, they smelled nice.


    Bet''s car was parked at the foot of the hill.


    When Simon saw Beting down, he immediately got out and opened the rear door for him.


    He watched Bet with a cautious expression. Every year, after visiting the cemetery, Bet''s mood would turn foul.


    Everyone knew that even with a new girlfriend, Mr. Bet Thompson was still devoted to histe love, a truly steadfast man.


    Bet slid into the car without a word, and the atmosphere inside grew heavy with silence.


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    Simon sat in the driver''s seat, hands on the wheel, ncing at Bet''s reflection in the rearview mirror. his surprise, he saw the corners of Bet''s lips curve into a slight smile.


    It was so faint and vanished so quickly that Simon wondered if he had imagined it.


    “Mr. Thompson, are you all right?” Simon asked tentatively.


    Bet nced up at him and replied coldly, "Why wouldn''t I be? Are you going to drive, or are you waiting for me to teach you how?"


    His words were harsh, but he seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood.


    As Bet''s long-time aide, Simon knew him well enough to know that Bet only spoke more than a few words when he was in a good mood.


    But he had juste from a cemetery. What could possibly have happened there to cheer him up?


    In previous years, after paying


    respects to histe girlfriend, then et


    pressure in the car would be so low


    it felDike the world was about to


    end.


    IMS


    So what was different this year? Simon waspletely baffled.


    He couldn''t figure it out, so he stopped wasting his brain cells. He started the


    engine, and the ck Mercedes began to move forward slowly.


    Bet sat in the back, one arm resting casually on the window frame.


    His gaze drifted outside, and just then, he saw Yvonne walking out of the cemetery,


    arge bouquet of vibrant red roses in her arms.


    By the time Yvonne walked out of the cemetery and reached the foot of the hill, Bet was long gone.


    Yvonne opened her car door, slid inside, and ced the roses on the passenger seat.


    She didn''t drive off right away. Instead, she sat quietly, her eyes half-closed, lost in thought.


    In a daze, she felt as if she had been transported back six years.


    She was about to graduate from the police academy when she was called in for a secret meeting with her superiors She epted the undercover mission and dropped out of the academy.