Bet was tall with long legs, and his strides wererge. Yvonne had to jog to keep up with him.


    "Bet, slow down! If you keep this up, I''m going to get angry... Oof!" Before Yvonne could finish, Bet suddenly stopped short.


    Caught off guard, Yvonne mmed right into his hard chest, her forehead and nose aching from the impact.


    She wondered what this man was made of; he was solid muscle everywhere.


    "Ow, ow, ow!" Yvonne clutched her forehead, looking up at him with a mix of displeasure and pitiable usation in her eyes.


    "Let me see." Bet gently took her chin in his hand and saw that a red mark had indeed formed on her forehead. Against her pale skin, the redness was particrly noticeable.


    "Be more careful next time," Bet said, letting go.


    "It''s your fault for stopping so suddenly," Yvonne grumbled, rubbing her forehead.


    The words had barely left her mouth when Bet''s arm wrapped around her slender waist. With a slight pull, he brought her crashing against his chest again, their bodies pressed tightly together.


    She could clearly feel the strong, steady beat of his heart against her.


    "Feeling bold, are we? Daring to go on a blind date. Tell me, how should I punish you this time?” Bet''s fingers stroked her chin.


    In both her past life and this one, Bet had been the perfect lover, his only w being his immense jealousy.


    "It wasn''t a blind date, I was tricked into..." Yvonne began to exin helplessly, but before she could finish, Bet lowered his head to kiss her.


    But she instinctively turned her head away.


    His cool lips only brushed her cheek.


    "We''re in public, Bet. Don''t kiss me here," Yvonne protested, her hands pressed against his chest.


    Although they were in an empty corridor, it wasn''t far from the banquet hall. People wereing and going, and they could easily be seen.


    The arm around her waist loosened slightly. Bet raised an eyebrow. "Fine. We''ll continue this at home."


    He started to lead her away, but his phone buzzed at an inconvenient moment.


    Bet nced at the caller ID and frowned.


    He hesitated for a moment before answering.


    The caller ID said Emma, but the voice on the other end was Frank''s.


    "Your mother isn''t feeling well. Get your ass back here right now You little brat if you''ve upset your mother to the point of making her sick, I''ll deal with you myself."


    Bet hung up, his calm eyes darkening a few shades.


    “I have something to take care of. I''ll have the driver take you home first," Bet said to Yvonne.


    He had publicly dragged her out of the banquet, so there was no way she could go báck in. The


    option was to have the driver take her home.


    Yvonne didn''t ask any questions, simply nodding obediently. She had always trusted Bet unconditionally.


    Yvonne followed the Thompson family''s driver out of the vi, only to unexpectedly run into Thomas at the entrance.


    Thomas'' eyes lit up when he saw Yvonne, and he hurried over.


    "Yvonne, about my mother earlier... I''m so sorry." Thomas apologized sincerely on Lydia''s behalf.


    Yvonne smiled, replying


    nonchntly, "You''re making it


    sound too serious. Mrs. Taylor just misunderstood. I''ve already cleared things up with het we''re just ordinary friends."


    Hearing this, the light in Thomas'' face clearly dimmed.


    "Yvonne, I don''t want to be just ordinary friends with you..."