Bet slowly raised his arm, his long, warm fingers gently stroking the top of Yvonne''s head with a tender, doting touch.


    He didn''t ask how she had returned, nor did he ask why she was now Yvonne instead of Yvonne.


    Whatever the circumstances, all that mattered was that she was back by his side. Nothing else was important.


    "Besides goodbye, was there anything else you wanted to say to me?" he asked again.


    Yvonne''s beautiful, fox-like eyes were filled with tears as she tried earnestly to remember. The image of theirst argument shed through her mind.


    He had nned such an borate proposal, and she had ruined it all.


    "I also wanted to tell you that the ring was beautiful, and I really wanted to say yes. Bet, I don''t hate you at all. I love you..."


    Before Yvonne could finish, Bet''s lips were on hers.


    He cupped her face, kissing her with gentle care.


    Then, Bullet suddenly let out a low bark. "Woof, woof woof."


    Yvonne instinctively pushed Bet away at the sound.


    Bet turned and shot a cold re at Bullet.


    Bullet flinched, clearly having long feared Bet''s tyranny.


    The dog ducked his head and looked towards the kitchen.


    Just then, Helen emerged from the kitchen, untying her apron. "Young Master, Ms. Jones, dinner is ready. I made sweet and sour ribs today, you should eat them while they''re hot."


    So, Bullet''s barks had been a warning.


    Bet stood up from the sofa, walked over to Bullet, and patted hisrge head. Then he turned to Yvonne. "Let''s eat first."


    Helen had already set the table.


    Bet and Yvonne ate facing each other, and he would asionally ce food in her bowl.


    Neither of them spoke, yet there was an inexplicable feeling of peaceful bliss.


    After dinner, Yvonne took Bullet downstairs for a walk.


    Bet also grabbed his jacket, clearly intending to go out as well.


    "Are you heading back to the base, Young Master?" Helen asked casually.


    "Walking Bullet," Bet replied before heading to the entryway, changing his shoes, and walking out the door.


    Yvonne, holding Bullet''s leash, followed him out.


    Helen watched them leave, feeling that something was off but unable to put her finger on it. She dismissed the thought and returned to the kitchen to clean up.  fo


    Once outside, Bullet began to run around energetically.


    Yvonne yed with him while Bet sat on a nearby bench, watching her.


    The scene was a perfect picture of what people called blissful love: she goofed around while he watched with a smile.


    However, the serene moment was shattered by the ringing of Bet''s phone.


    Bet nced at the caller ID, frowned, and declined the call before switching his phone to silent.


    After dark, Bet drove Yvonne back to her apartment downtown.


    Yvonne hadn''t taken any acting roles recently, instead signing on for an indoor lifestyle reality show.


    sof


    The show observed the daily lives celebrities, and filming was set to begin the next day at her apartment She needed to get back tonight.


    Bet''s ck Mercedes-Benz pulled up in front of Yvonne''s apartment building.


    After parking, he unbuckled his seatbelt, then leaned over, wrapping an arm around her back and pulling her into a half-embrace.


    Their bodies pressed together, their


    breaths mingling. Yvonne''s cheeks flushed uncontrobly, and she


    instinctively ced a hand on hi


    wn?


    chest.


    "Bet..." Yvonne was about to tell him not to get any ideas when she heard a


    click. The seatbelt had been unbuckled.


    It turned out he had only leaned in to help her with her seatbelt.