For her, he would break all his own rules, change years of careful nning.


    Because nothing was more important than her returning,ing back to his side.


    Mr. Moore seemed to want to say more, but Mrs. Moore cut him off.


    "You know what Bet''s like. Once he''s made up his mind, a team of wild horses couldn''t drag him back. Do you think you''re stronger than a team of horses?" After silencing her husband, she turned to Bet.


    "It''s good that you broke up. That Ynda wasn''t right for you at all. Always so pretentious and fake, shamelessly spending the Thompson family''s money while acting all high and mighty. A woman like that is only with you for the good times. If the Thompson family ever went bankrupt, she''d be the first to abandon you."


    As she finished, her gaze fell on Yvonne sitting across the table, and she blurted out, "Yvonne is much better. She''s kind and sincere. A wonderful girl like her... I wonder which lucky young man will end up with her. It''s a shame Bet isn''t so lucky. The age gap between you and Yvonne is too big. An old man robbing the cradle just wouldn''t do."


    Bet''s expression darkened.


    Yvonne, who had been chewing on a pork rib, had to stifle augh.


    Their eyes met. Yvonne''s beautiful fox-like eyes sparkled with mirth, like a mischievous little fox, while Bet''s eyes were stormy and grim.


    Bruce and Monica offered no opinion. As the parents of Bet''s ex-girlfriend, it would be inappropriate for them toment on his current romantic life.


    After finishing her rib, Yvonne stood up. "I''m going to use the restroom."


    She left the dining room and turned right down the hallway, where the restroom was at the end.


    She washed her hands at the sink, rinsed off the soap, and flicked the water from her fingers. Just as she stepped out of the restroom, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her forcefully into a hard chest.


    The familiar, crisp scent enveloped her, the man''s hot breath tickling her ear.


    "An old man robbing the cradle, huh?"


    Yvonne turned in his arms, her own wrapping naturally around his neck as she tilted her chin up to look at him I''m neen and you old man, are twenty-nine. If that''s not robbing the cradle, what is?!"


    Yvonne''s enchanting eyes were full of cunning, which only fueled Bet''s fire.


    His fingers tilted her chin up, and he brought his mouth down to bite at her lips.


    Robbing the cradle? Fine, he''d do it then.


    The kiss was fierce and demanding, leaving Yvonne breathless. When it was over, she copsed against his chest, her breathing ragged.


    Bet''s arms remained around her slender waist, his warm palm gently stroking her back in a soothing gesture.


    After they held each other quietly for


    a moment, Yvonne looked up at him


    again it''s Halloween''s Eve. Why


    aren''t you with your family


    >


    Bet looked down at her, his gaze intense. "Mrs. Jones told me you wereing, so I stayed. I missed you."


    Yvonne nuzzled her cheek against


    his warm chest, about to say, I


    missed you, too, when she saw a figure move at the end of the


    hallway. .


    She instinctively pushed Bet away, just in time to see Mrs. Moore walking toward them.


    "Bet, Yvonne, what are you two doing standing here?" Mrs. Moore asked, her eyes studying them curiously.