"Ms. Jones, Mr. Thompson asked me to take you home," Simon said, pulling up beside her and leaning out the window.


    Yvonne hesitated for a moment, but thinking of her high heels and the seemingly endless downhill road ahead, she sensibly got into the car.


    And at the same time.


    At the Walker family''s mansion, the banquet had just begun.


    As the sole heir to the Thompson family, Bet''s status was unparalleled.


    The Walker family was incredibly warm toward him, with even Mr. Walker Sr. being exceptionally cordial.


    Bet and Ynda had been dating for a while not a marathon, but not a short time either. The Walker family had been dropping hints, both subtle and direct, about their marriage.


    Bet was always tactful, his responses wless. He managed to keep the Walkers from finding any fault while never giving them a definitive answer.


    Ynda was helping her family greet guests. Although she was only drinking fruit wine, she was a lightweight, and before the banquet was over, she was already drunk.


    Bet helped her back to her room.


    They had both been drinking. The faint scent of alcohol on Bet, mixed with his own crisp fragrance, was both pleasant and intoxicating.


    Ovee with emotion, Ynda stood on her toes to kiss his handsome, thin lips. But Bet suddenly turned and walked toward the coffee table. Ynda''s lips brushed against his cheek, missing their target.


    She was a little dazed, unsure if he had done it on purpose or by ident.


    Bet went to the coffee table, picked up the teapot and a ss, poured her some warm water, and handed it to her.


    "Have some water. If you''re not feeling well, I''ll have a maid make you some soup to sober you up," he said in a gentle tone.


    Ynda took the ss and drank half of it. Then, Bet helped her lie down on the bed.


    Bet carefully tucked her in and advised softly, "Rest for a bit. I''ll have a maid make you the soup. Drink it before you sleep so you don''t get a hangover headache."


    "Okay," Ynda nodded obediently.


    Bet stood up to leave, but Ynda suddenly grabbed his hand.


    Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the alcohol or shyness, it was hard to say. She looked at him, her beautiful eyes filled with bashfulness.


    "Ben, will you stay with me tonight?"


    The arm she held stiffened slightly, but his gaze remained gentle. "I have to get back to the base tonight. I have a mission tomorrow."


    After speaking, he sat down on the edge of her bed. "You go to sleep. I''ll leave after you''ve drifted off."


    Looking at the man sitting by her bed, Ynda felt a sweetness spread through her heart, as if it


    were filled with honey Since themet


    got together, he had always been good to her-attentive and considerate, the perfect boyfriend. Cóntent


    But when it came to physical intimacy, Bet had always been a perfect gentleman. The most


    intimate they had ever been was


    holding hands a few times; they had


    never even kissed.


    Ynda had always assumed this was just the way soldiers behaved. But she couldn''t help wondering was he this restrained and reserved with his former girlfriend the one he had loved so deeply?!


    Probably due to the alcohol, Ynda''s head was spinning, and she fell asleep


    quickly, not even knowing when Bet left.


    She slept straight through until the next afternoon. When she woke up, her head still felt a little groggy.