How could she not want to marry him? But her undercover mission wasn''t over. She had to force herself to say no.


    The diamond ring had been custom-made by a world-renowned designer, one of a kind. Just as he was about to slip it onto her ring finger, Yvonne, swallowing her pain, pulled her hand back.


    She said so many cruel things. She told him that even if Colin died, she would never be with him. That the very sight of him disgusted her.


    They had a terrible fight. Bet looked truly heartbroken, as if he were about to shatter. With tears in his eyes, he told her to get out.


    He said he never wanted to see her again.


    And then she died. That moment truly became their final farewell.


    Yvonne was lost in the sorrow of her memories, her hands on herp clenching into tight fists.


    A warm hand suddenly covered hers. It was slender and elegant, with well-defined knuckles, yet firm and hot to the touch.


    Yvonne flinched, instinctively turning to the man beside her.


    He was looking at her, his dark eyes vacant. He was looking at her, but it felt like he was seeing through her, to someone else.


    "Vonnie," Bet murmured suddenly.


    Yvonne''s body trembled. She looked at him in shock, only to see that his eyes were unfocused.


    Bet had drunk just as much as Bruce. He only appeared sober; in reality, he was already drunk.


    "Vonnie, I miss you," Bet whispered, his thick eyshes glistening with moisture.


    His handsome face drew closer, their breaths mingling in the air.


    Yvonne''s mind went nk for a second. Logic told her to push him away, but her body refused to obey, yearning to be closer, just a little closer.


    Just as their lips were about to touch, someone tapped on Yvonne''s window from the outside.


    The soft but distinct sound instantly brought Yvonne back to her senses.


    A flicker of panic crossed her


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    before she turned to look authe window.


    Since they hadn''t turned on the car''s interior lights, it was dark both inside and out.


    Yvonne lowered the window and saw it was Helen. She was holding a leash, and Bullet was sitting beside her, his dark fur blending into the night.


    But a dog''s night vision is excellent. The moment Bullet saw Yvonne in the car, he started wagging his tail and barking excitedly.


    "Bullet," Yvonne chided gently.


    Barking wildly in the middle of the night would disturb the neighbors.


    Bullet seemed to understand her everymand, immediately sitting back down and falling silent.


    "Ms. Jones, what are you doing here?" Helen was very surprised to see Yvonne.


    She had just taken Bullet for a walk around theplex and was about to head upstairs when she noticed Bet''s car parked there.


    Helen had assumed Bet was in the driver''s seat, not Yvonne.


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    "Mr. Bet Thompson is drunk, so I drove him home. You''re just in time. Could you help me upstairs?" Yvonne said as she opened her door and got out.


    She and Helen walked around to the other side of the car.


    But Bet had already opened his door and was getting out with perfecposure. He leaned his- tall frame against the ear, and apart from his slightly bloodshot eyes, he


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    showed no signs of being drunk.


    It seemed he didn''t need her help after all.


    "Since Mr. Bet Thompson seems to have sobered up, I''ll be heading back now,"


    Yvonne said, offering the car keys to Helen.