It took Bet a moment to realize she was talking about the night of the banquet, when he had yed "Dream Wedding."


    He let out a softugh, reached out, and pulled her onto hisp, his arms wrapping securely around her waist.


    "Silly girl, I was ying it for you that night," Bet murmured, his lips brushing against her cheek, his warm breath tickling her ear. His hands returned to the keyboard, and he resumed the melody.


    Yvonne''s cheeks flushed, whether from her warm bath or something else, she couldn''t tell. She let her arms snake softly around his neck and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.


    "There you go again," Bet murmured with a smile, turning his head to capture her lips in a deep kiss.


    The beautiful, romantic piano music mingled with their passionate kiss, creating a moment of pure, heartfelt romance.


    However, the idyllic scene was shattered by the sound of the front door opening.


    Helen, the housekeeper, was respectfully escorting Emma Thompson into the apartment.


    Emma had been on her way to the Thompson manor when she passed by Cherry Bay and saw the lights on in Bet''s apartment. She decided to stop in, thinking she could travel with her son, since Christmas was the next day.


    Helen, who was supposed to be on holiday with her son''s family, had decided to drop off some local delicacies her son had brought back from a business trip.


    Emma wouldn''t have been able to get in on her own, but she had coincidentally run into Helen downstairs. They came up in the elevator together, and Helen unlocked the door.


    They walked in to the sight of Bet holding Yvonne, the two of them kissing at the piano.


    Yvonne heard the door and looked up, her eyes meeting Helen''s and Emma''s.


    Helen averted her gaze in embarrassment, a silent apology in her posture.


    Emma, however, stared at them, her eyes burning with a fury that could have pierced through steel.


    Yvonne panicked, trying to squirm out of Bet''s arms, but his grip on her waist tightened, locking her in ce. "Get out," he said, his voice low and cold.


    Helen quickly set down the bags she was carrying and scurried out of the apartment, mortified that she hade at such a bad time.


    Emma didn''t move. "Bet!" she snapped, her voice sharp.


    He ignored her, lifting Yvonne into his arms and striding toward the bedroom.


    After setting Yvonne down in the room, Bet returned to the living room.


    Emma was sitting rigidly on the sofa, her face a mask of cold fury. "That night on Halloween," she demanded, "were you two together then as well?"


    She wasn''t naive; after that night, her suspicions had grown.


    "Are you living together?"


    Bet sat down across from her and tapped a cigarette out of a pack on the coffee table. "No," he said, his tone casual as he litt "Butts only a matter of time."


    Emma let out a bitterugh. "Taking my money and still clinging to him. I have never


    seen someone so utterly shameless."


    "If she hadn''t taken your check, you


    probably would have caused a scene on her film set," Bet countered, a wisp of smoke curling from the cigarette between his long- fingers.


    "An eight-figure check. Is my affection worth so little in your eyes?"


    "That''s more money than ordinary people make in several lifetimes!" Emma retorted, her eyes zing." was being more than generous. What more could she possibly want? With an appetite that big, isn''t she afraid of choking on her own greed?"