"I have to go. I''ll be back to see you at noon. Be good," Bet said, touching his chin.


    Yvonne had just bitten him there, leaving a red tooth mark that stung slightly.


    "You''re being mischievous again.”


    Yvonne snuggled under the covers, smiling like a sly fox who had gotten her way.


    Bet put on his shirt and trousers, went into the bathroom to quickly wash up, and then walked out of the bedroom.


    Helen had just finished making breakfast and was feeding Bullet. Seeing Bet emerge from the room, she greeted him with a smile, "Good morning, sir."


    "Morning," Bet responded with a nod.


    "Are you heading back to the base, sir? Breakfast is ready. You should eat before you go," Helen added.


    "I''m in a hurry, I''ll skip it. Could you please make Yvonne a nourishing broth for when she wakes up?" Bet said. He changed his shoes at the entryway and hurried out.


    The drive from Cherry Bay to Mercy Temple took an hour.


    When Bet arrived at the temple gates, Emma''s car was already parked by the roadside.


    After parking his car, Bet got out and strode towards the ck Maybach.


    The window on one side of the car lowered.


    Emma looked out at her son.


    Bet was wearing a ck cashmere coat, looking tall andposed. Even without his uniform, he carried the distinct, formidable aura of a soldier.


    "What took you so long?" Emma asked with a frown.


    "I''m notte, am I?" Bet nced at his watch and replied nonchntly.


    Emma shot him a look. From her angle, she could clearly see the bite mark on his chin.


    "You''re hurt again?” Emma reached out to touch his chin.


    Bet instinctively turned his head away. He touched the mark on his chin and mumbled, "I just bumped it."


    Emma had been around the block and immediately understood what had happened.


    The mark on Bet''s chin was clearly from a woman''s bite during a night of passion.


    Her face hardened, and she red at him.


    "You knew you wereing to Mercy Temple today, and you still spentst night fooling around with a woman. Bet, you''re almost thirty. How can you be so reckless?"


    "How am I being reckless?" Bet asked, exasperated.


    "If you weren''t, you wouldn''t be messing around with that starlet,” Emma snapped.


    “It''s a normal rtionship. Why do you call it messing around?" Bet''s gaze grew colder.


    "Bet, you''re thirty now, not in your twenties when you could afford to be foolish. What you need is wife who Is of a simr age from a good family, who can manage your household, handle social obligations, and bear your children."


    "That starlet is ten years younger than you and isn''t even of legal age to marry. When can you two get married? When can she give you a child? Can you really afford to waste your time with her?"  S to''


    Emma clutched her chest, feeling a sharp pain from her anger.


    Bet was a soldier with a dangerous job. If something were to happen to him one


    day, he couldn''t just leave without an heir.


    Even if Emma could overlook Yvonne''s background, the age gap was huge.


    A girl not yet twenty was still in her


    yful years. As an actress, she


    wouldn''t easily agree to get married


    during the peak of her career.


    Bet couldn''t let her hold him


    back.