Yvonne walked over to the bed, and Bet reached out, pulling her onto hisp.


    "It''s easier to talk," Bet said, holding her close. His warm breath brushed against her cheek and neck. "Are they filming the study and kitchen tomorrow too?"


    Yvonne''s cheeks flushed as she gave him a yful re. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she replied, "You were in my room, so I had to send her to check the study and kitchen. I couldn''t let her see you looking all disheveled."


    Bet was wearing a shirt with two buttons torn from the cor, revealing a muscr chest that rose and fell with his breathing, exuding pure masculine charm.


    "And whose fault is it that I''m disheveled?" Bet chuckled, leaning in to give her a soft peck on the lips.


    "Don''t mess around, my assistant is still here," Yvonne said, giving him a little push. In the process, she identally bumped the nightstand, knocking the script to the floor.


    Bet bent down, picked up the script, and ced it back on the nightstand. "A fantasy drama?"


    "Yeah," Yvonne replied. "Sandra sent me the script to look over. But it''s a major production from Ace Entertainment, and every actor in the industry has their eye on it. A resource this good probably won''t fall into myp."


    "Not very confident, are you?" Bet said, gently pinching her nose.


    "I''m just being realistic," Yvonne said seriously.


    She had some fame now, but she was still a long way from being A-list. Her acting


    was decent but not exceptional, so she wasn''t a strong contender.


    "It''s just a show. If you want it, I''ll get it for you," Bet said softly, his hand casually stroking her back.


    He was always gentle and patient with Yvonne.


    He had coddled her when she was young, and he continued to coddle her as she grew up. As long as he was around, he would always dote on her.


    Competition for resources in the entertainment industry was fierce, but nopany, whether it was Gold Star or Ace, would dare to disrespect the Thompson Group.


    Whatever Yvonne wanted, Bet could get it for her.


    But Yvonne shook her head instinctively. "It''s just a show. If the role is right for me, I''ll get it naturally. If not, there''s no point in forcing it."


    Yvonne''s arms were wrapped loosely around Bet''s neck. She continued, "You know I didn''t get into this business for fame or


    fortune I want to use my p


    as an artist to promote positivity, support charities, and do more meaningful things."


    "I know," Bet nodded. He didn''t push.


    What she wanted, he would give her. What she didn''t, he would never force upon her.


    "I can have anything I want?" Yvonne raised an eyebrow, her fingertip yfully tracing the edge of his open cor.


    "Hey, my self-control isn''t as good as


    you think. If you tease me now, you''ll have to face the consequences. Bet caught her mischievous hand and pushed her down onto the bed.


    Her hands still around his neck, Yvonne lifted her chin and initiated a kiss.


    Bet''s breath caught. Just as he was about to respond, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.


    "Living room, study, and kitchen are


    all checked. Are you done with the bedroom? Do you need, my help


    2"


    The assistant''s words trailed off as she saw two figures entwined on the bed.


    The assistant wasn''t an idiot. She immediately turned around. "Uh, sorry to interrupt. Just pretend I was never here."


    With that, the assistant hastily exited the bedroom, closing the door behind her.