"If I stay, we won''t be just sleeping," Bet said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go with restraint and leaving the room.


    Bet returned to the guest room and went straight into the bathroom.


    He stripped off his shirt, his strong muscles tensing. The blue veins on his arms stood out, and a tightness coiled in his loins.


    He took a deep breath and took another cold shower to calm himself down.


    Wrapping a towel around his waist, Bet stepped out of the bathroom, dried his hair, and went straight to bed.


    The guest room was the one Yvonne had been using. It was decorated in warm tones and filled with traces of her presence. Bottles of skincare products and jewelry still sat on the vanity.


    As Bety in bed, he could still smell the faint, sweet scent that was uniquely Yvonne''s lingering in the sheets.


    He felt the heat that had just cooled down begin to rise again.


    He closed his eyes, trying to regte his breathing and calm his mind, fighting to keep himself from losing control.


    But for him, this was destined to be a sleepless night.


    Yvonne, on the other hand, had the master bedroom''srge bed all to herself and slept soundly.


    The next morning, she was woken up by the sound of Bullet scratching at her door. Yvonne rubbed her eyes, got out of bed, and walked barefoot to open the door.


    As soon as the door opened, Bullet leaped into her arms. He then gently tugged at the hem of her nightgown, pulling her out of the room.


    "What is it, Bullet?" Yvonne asked, puzzled, as he pulled her along.


    Bullet led her to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. Outside, the river glistened, and along its bank, people were jogging with their dogs.


    "Do you want to go out and y too?" Yvonne asked, stroking Bullet''srge head.


    Bullet sat at her feet and barked a few times in response.


    "Let me wash up first, then I''ll take you out," Yvonne said, patting Bullet''s head. She then reached out and pulled open all the heavy curtains.


    Sunlight suddenly streamed in, warm and pleasant on her skin.


    Yvonne stood by the window, raised her arms, and stretchednguidly.


    The ss of the window reflected her lovely figure, and another tall silhouette approached from behind, a strong arm wrapping around her slender waist.


    “Good morning," Yvonne said, turning around to look up at Bet.


    Bet had just returned from his morning fun, wearing only athletic pants and a loose T-shirt. The


    muscles in his arms were well-defined, and he exuded


    powerful, masculine energy.


    "Mm," he grunted in response. His eyes were fixed on her. The next moment his long fingers tilted her chin up, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips.


    Helen came out of her room, heading to the kitchen to make breakfast, only to see Bet and Yvonne kissing in the living room.


    She instinctively turned to leave but identally bumped into a coat rack nearby, making a soft thud.


    Hearing the sound, Bet released Yvonne.


    Yvonne saw Helen and blushed beet red.


    "I, uh, I''ll go make breakfast," Helen said awkwardly.


    "I''m skipping breakfast. I have to get back to my unit soon," Bet said. ruffled. Yvonne''s


    He reached out and Bet


    hair, his gaze and touch full of


    tenderness.


    "I''m heading out on a mission. I''ll probably be very busy this month, so I won''t be able to see you."


    "Okay," Yvonne nodded obediently. "Stay safe," was all she said.