He had just finished his cigarette when the building door opened. A swirl of blue dress emerged and floated into his car.


    Bet carefully fastened her seatbelt before starting the car and driving out of theplex.


    The restaurant Bet had chosen was also downtown, not far from Yvonne''s apartment.


    He parked in front of the restaurant, and they got out of the car one after the other.


    Even though Yvonne was wearing a hat and a mask, they entered the restaurant separately to avoid being spotted by paparazzi.


    The restaurant was one of the Thompson family''s properties, and they always kept a private room reserved for Bet.


    Bet went into the private room first, and Yvonne followed a few minutester.


    She took off her hat and mask and sat down across from him.


    Bet looked up at her and chuckled wryly. "This date feels more like a secret affair."


    He then handed her the menu.


    Yvonne took it, flipped through, and ordered a few of the house specialties.


    Bet gave the menu back to the waiter and asked casually, "What did you have for lunch?"


    "I cooked, if you can believe it. Made four dishes and a soup, and they were perfect in every way." Yvonne proudly showed Bet the photos she''d taken of her lunch on her phone.


    Bet nced at the photo and immediately spotted Thomas'' hand holding a te. He was wearing the Patek Philippe that Bet himself had given him as a birthday present.


    "You ate with Thomas?" Bet''s tone turned jealous again.


    "It was just for the show. He was the guest star," Yvonne exined, poking the back of his hand with her finger.


    "When will Mr. Bet Thompson grace me with his presence? I''ll cook you a royal feast," she said, trying to butter him up with a smile.


    "Now that''s more like it," Bet said.


    He felt he was a little too easy to appease, but he couldn''t bear to stay angry with her.


    Soon, a waiter knocked and brought in their dishes,ying them out on the table.


    Yvonne took a bite and nodded. "This is delicious."


    "Then eat more," Bet said, habitually serving her some food.


    As an actress, Yvonne was supposed to eat light for dinner, but the food was so good that she ended up eating until she was stuffed.


    After their satisfying meal, they left the private room. As they walked Yvonge couldn''t help but grumble, “ ate too much again. Sandra''s going to kill me if she finds out."


    Yvonne was so busy talking that she didn''t notice a waitering up from behind


    her with a serving cart.


    "Watch out." Bet wrapped an


    arm around her slender waist, pulling her protectively against his cart narrowly


    chest. Thissed


    them. The waiter bowed repeatedly, apologizing. "I''m so sorry, so sorry, the wheels slipped."


    "Be more careful next time," Bet said sternly.


    His arm was still around Yvonne''s waist, and she happened to look up at him, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.


    A smile touched Bet''s lips, and he leaned down to give her a quick peck on the lips.


    Just then, Ynda stepped out of the adjacent private room and saw the whole thing. Her face instantly turned ugly.


    When Bet looked up, he saw her too. His gaze lingered on her for only a moment before he steered Yvonne away.


    Her eyes red, Ynda turned and went back into her room.


    Mr. and Mrs. Walker were both sitting inside.


    This restaurant was a Thompson family business. The Walkers always ate here on the Thompsons'' tab, so Mrs Walker was a frequent visitor, sometimes bringing friends to eat and take home extras.


    "Weren''t you going to the restroom? You''re back so soon?" Mrs. Walker asked her daughter, confused.