She had no idea how to respond to that, so she just lowered her head and pretended she hadn''t heard.


    The elevator continued its descent and stopped on the ground floor.


    The doors opened, and Yvonne stepped out first.


    Just as she exited the elevator, her phone rang.


    She answered it, surprised to see it was Bet calling.


    Bet: "Are you home?"


    Yvonne: "Yeah. I have to film today."


    Bet: "I''m downstairs from your ce. Want to get dinner?"


    Yvonne pushed open the building''s main door, about to say yes into her phone, but when she looked up, she saw a ck Mercedes parked right out front.


    The window on one side of the car rolled down, revealing Bet''s cool, handsome face.


    Bet saw Yvonne and Thomas walking out of the apartment building one after the other. He raised an eyebrow, then got out of the car.


    "Thomas."


    "Bet? What are you doing here?" Thomas asked, frowning slightly as he looked at him.


    "Picking up my girlfriend for dinner," Bet replied casually, one hand in his pocket.


    "Girlfriend?" Thomas'' gaze shifted between Bet and Yvonne, a mixture of shock andplexity in his eyes.


    "Mm-hmm." Bet walked over and took Yvonne''s hand.


    Yvonne let him hold it, a faint blush creeping onto her fair cheeks.


    "Thomas, what were you doing in Yvonne''s apartment?" Bet asked, looking at him nonchntly.


    "Filming the show," Thomas answered, his voice sounding a bit t.


    Bet nodded. "Want to join us for dinner?"


    "Can''t. I have e an appearance tonight and need to get to the airport. Maybe next time." As Thomas finished speaking, a ck Porsche pulled up in front of him An assistant got out and opened the door for him.


    Yvonne and Bet stood on the steps, watching Thomas'' car drive out of theplex before looking away.


    "Not busy today?" Yvonne asked, turning to Bet.


    "A man''s always got time for his girlfriend. Can''t let someone else swoop in when


    I''m not looking," Bet said with a hint of jealousy.


    "You''re jealous of Thomas? I''ve always seen him as a brother," Yvonne said.


    "He doesn''t see you as a sister," Bet muttered under his breath.


    Thomas and Yvonne had been at odds since they were kids, like natural-born rivals.


    But it takes a man to know a man, and Bet knew exactly what Thomas was thinking.


    Thomas always used him of being wrapped around Yvonne''s finger, but it was just jealousy.


    "What''s for dinner?" Yvonne asked Bet.


    "Japanese. I know a good ce," Bet replied.


    Yvonne nodded. "Let me go upstairs and change first."


    Bet started to go with her, but Yvonne instinctively put a hand on his chest to stop him.


    "He can go up, but I can''t?" Bet raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.


    "They''re still filming. My apartment is full of cameras. Does Mr. Bet Thompson want to make his public debut?" Yvonne exined.


    "If you''re willing, I have no problem with it," Bet said.


    "Well, I''m not," Yvonne refused instantly. "My career is on the rise, and I need to maintain my ''single'' persona."


    I.ne


    Hearing this, Bet gently flicked her on the forehead to show his displeasure, but his tone was still warm and indulgent. "Go geto changed wait in the car content


    Yvonne went back upstairs to her apartment, chose a pale blue maxi dress and a white jacket from ker closet tied up her bar and headed out.


    Bet was sitting in the car, smoking. One arm rested on the open window, the tip


    of the cigarette glowing red in his fingers.