Yvonne couldn''t help but re at him. Bet met her gaze, his expression deep, but his eyes were filled with a warm light, practically overflowing with amusement.


    Emma was furious. She mmed the container of soup she was carrying onto the table and stormed out of the room.


    Silence fell over the room once more.


    Bet gestured toward the soup on the table. "I''m hungry."


    Yvonne didn''t say a word. She walked over, poured the soup from the thermos into a bowl, and brought it to him.


    "Feed me," Bet said, not reaching for the bowl. He leaned back against the headboard, looking like he fully expected to be waited on.


    "Mr. Thompson, need I remind you that you weren''t shot in the hand?" Yvonne replied, her beautiful, fox-like eyes fixed on him.


    "Drinking soup might aggravate my wound," Bet retorted nonsensically.


    For a moment, Yvonne saw the Bet of old-the man who was cool and reserved in front of others but could be yful and demanding with her.


    Yvonne held the bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. After stirring the soup a few times, she began to feed him.


    Bet had a good appetite and finished the entire bowl. Then he asked Yvonne to peel an apple for him.


    Yvonne sat by the bed, her head slightly bowed as she carefully peeled the apple with a fruit knife.


    Bet watched her from his bed, asionally reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.


    His fingertips brushed against her cheek, causing a faint blush to spread across her face. When she looked up, she saw him smiling at her, his eyes gentle.


    His gaze made her feel flustered. She cut off a slice of the peeled apple and popped it directly into his mouth.


    Bet''s lips curved into a smile. As he bit into the apple, the phone on the nightstand vibrated.


    He picked it up and answered. A momentter, he hung up.


    "Oscar killed himself in custodyst night. Darcy was shot in the chest and is still in critical condition at the hospital," Bet said, then tossed the phone aside.


    Oscar was a wicked man who deserved his fate. Yvonne didn''t care about the deaths of the Rogers


    brothers. Instead, she instinctively asked, "What about Dannis?


    "Dannis?" Bet thought for a moment before remembering that Oscar had a subordinate by that name.


    "He''s still in custody. He was one of Oscar''s bodyguards and doesn''t know much. He probably won''t get a long sentence," Bet replied.


    Yvonne shook her head, her grip tightening on the fruit knife. "Dannis... he''s the one who faked my death in that car crash."


    Bet''s expression instantly hardened.


    "You had already traced things back to the Rogers family before you... died?"


    Yvonne shook her head. If only she


    had been that capable. At the time, she hadn''t even scratched the


    me


    surface of Nexus Medias operations, yet Oscars mer had killed her. Her death had been aplete mystery.


    "So, there was more to your death than we knew?" Bet said, his perception sharp.


    "Yes," Yvonne nodded.


    But with Oscar dead, it would be difficult to get Dannis to talk.


    As it stood, Dannis was facing maybe two or three years in prison. If he admitted to killing an undercover officer, he would be facing a death sentence.


    Dannis wasn''t stupid. He would never confess.


    Bet said nothing, his dark eyes turning frighteningly cold as he thought. After a long moment, he looked at Yvonne and gently stroked her hair.


    "Don''t worry, we can investigate it slowly. All that matters now is that you''re here with me, safe."


    Yvonne didn''t respond. She lowered her head and continued to peel the apple, but a tear fell silently onto the white flesh of the fruit.