Yvonne was about to refuse, but she saw Bet had already taken his jacket and car keys from the coat rack and was heading for the door.


    Yvonne followed him out of the Moore''s home.


    Bet''s car was parked in the building''s underground garage. Yvonne got into the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, and gave him the address of the film set.


    Bet started the car and drove out of the garage, cruising smoothly along the wide road.


    Dusk settled over the city, and streetlights began to glow, casting a continuous stream of dim, yellow light into the car.


    The silence inside was absolute. Neither of them spoke.


    Finally, the jarring ring of a cell phone broke the stillness.


    Bet''s phone was connected to the car''s Bluetooth system. When he answered,


    a voice filled the car through the speakers.


    It was Ynda.


    "Ben, my stomach hurts so much..."


    Bet disconnected the Bluetooth and raised the phone to his ear.


    He listened to whatever else was said on the other end, and his expression grew grave. "Don''t be scared. Have the staff call for an ambnce first. I''ll be there soon."


    After ending the call, Bet''s hands, long and elegant, remained on the steering wheel, and the car continued to speed forward.


    Although Yvonne hadn''t heard the rest of Ynda''s conversation, she guessed that she was unwell and wanted Bet to be with her.


    It waspletely understandable. When you''re sick and vulnerable, even if you''re surrounded by staff, you want the person you love by your side.


    Yvonne spoke up tactfully. "You can just pull over at the next intersection. It''s easy to get a taxi from there, and I can get back on my own. Ms. Walker isn''t well; she must need you."


    Bet nced over at her, his gaze dark and deep, His grip on the


    steering wheel tightened.


    involuntarily, the blue veins an


    back of his hand standing out.


    the


    He didn''t say anything, but he slowed down and pulled the car over to the side of the road.


    Yvonne unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.


    She stood on the sidewalk, watching as Bet''s car drove away and disappeared from view before she turned to leave.


    As it turned out, it wasn''t easy to get a taxi in this area. To make matters worse, Yvonne''s phone was dead.


    She spotted a bar on the side of the road, went inside, ordered a few beers, and plugged her phone in to charge.


    The bar had a nice atmosphere-it wasn''t loud, and on a small stage, a long-haired singer with a guitar was ying a mncholic old song.


    Yvonne usually had a high tolerance for alcohol, but after just two beers, she felt lightheaded. It was probably her mood. It wasn''t the alcohol making her dizzy, but her own thoughts.


    Yvonne rested her chin on her hand and checked her phone. It had charged to 70%, which was enough.


    Just as she was about to get up and leave, a group of young men approached her.


    They looked like they hade together, well-dressed men who seemed to be corporate professionals.


    "Hey beautiful, care to join us for a drink?" one of them asked, signaling


    the


    der and orderings


    bet


    expensive bottles of liqu


    expensive bottles of four content.


    Yvonne ignored them, opening a ride-sharing app on her phone to call a car.


    "So cold. Not even going to say hello?" another man said.


    "You look familiar. Are you a celebrity? The one... what''s her name...?" a third man said, seeming to recognize her and looking shocked.


    "You have the wrong person," Yvonne said, getting to her feet unsteadily, wanting to leave.