Emma''s car was waiting downstairs, and a few minutester, the driver came up.


    "So eager to see me go. Bet, what exactly are you hiding?" Emma frowned, her gaze instinctively darting toward the bedroom.


    The bedroom door was shut tight, revealing nothing.


    Just as Emma hesitated, debating whether to investigate, Bullet suddenly stood up and let out a low growl in her direction.


    Bullet was a formidable dog. When he wasn''t wagging his tail and acting cute, he was incredibly intimidating. He could make hardened criminals tremble, let alone Emma.


    She quickened her pace and headed for the door.


    The driver, who had been waiting outside, greeted Bet respectfully. As Emma emerged, he dutifully fell into step behind her.


    Bet watched them enter the elevator before turning back inside.


    When he entered the master bedroom, he found that Yvonne had changed into another nightgown and was sitting on the bay window.


    The window was slightly ajar, and the night breeze wafted in, gently lifting her loose hair.


    "Is your mom gone?" Yvonne asked, looking up as Bet walked in.


    "Yeah." Bet went to the bed, reached out, and effortlessly lifted her off the bay window. "You''ll catch a cold sitting in a draft right after a shower."


    "I''m not made of paper," Yvonne said dismissively.


    "Don''t forget this body of yours has a congenital heart condition and has undergone surgery. Your constitution isn''t that strong. It''s always better to be cautious."


    Bet ced Yvonne on the bed and carefully pulled the covers up for her.


    The duvet was incrediblyfortable and carried his unique, crisp scent.


    "Are you letting me sleep in the master bedroom tonight? Where will you sleep?" Yvonne snuggled into the covers, her beautiful eyes smiling up at him.


    "I''m going back to the base," Bet said with a sigh. "My mom was clearly suspicious before she left. I told her I had to go back tonight. If she finds out I didn''t she might start digging and find out about you.


    Yvonne sighed in response. "Mrs. Moore has never liked me."


    For some reason, in both this life and thest, Emma had never seemed to care for her.


    "What does it matter if she likes you or not? It''s enough that I like you. I''m the one


    who''s going to marry you and spend my life with you, not her."


    Bet gently stroked Yvonne''s hair, his touch tender and doting.


    Emma hadn''t liked the original ''t liked Yvonne either. Their interactions, while not exactly hostile, were never pleasant. Bet, seeing his mother''s dislike for his girlfriend, had always tried to keep them apart. On the fare, necessary asions when they had to meet, he would fiercely protect Yvonne, ensuring she never suffered the slightest grievance.


    Bet had always been a very good boyfriend.


    "Get some rest. I''m heading back to the base now. I''ll try toe back early tomorrow morning to be with you Bet leaned down, ced a light kiss on her forehead, and then left


    He changed into his uniform and grabbed his car keys. Before leaving, he patted Bullet''srge head and told him to protect Yvonne. Bet''s car was parked in theplex. He started it and slowly drove out.


    At that very moment, Emma''s car was parked right at the entrance of theplex. She sat in the back, watching Bet''s car drive away.


    "Ma''am, the young master is driving toward the base. It seems he really did have to go back for something," the driver said, watching her in the rearview mirror.