But as it turned out, you can''t trust a man''s words. His idea of ''not doing anything else'' simply meant not going all the way.


    Yvonne bit her lip, trying her best not to make a sound.


    Seeing her struggle, Bet silenced her with a deep kiss.


    After their entanglement, her wet clothes were indeed off, but the smooth skin of her chest and neck was now covered in a tapestry of kiss marks.


    Bet walked over to the table, pulled a few tissues from a nearby box, and began wiping his hands.


    Watching him, Yvonne felt a deep blush spread across her cheeks.


    After cleaning his hands, Bet took the new clothes out of the bag: a white top, a striking red wrap skirt, and even a set of expensive jade jewelry to go with it.


    He personally dressed her, the high cor of the top perfectly concealing the marks on her skin.


    No wonder he had been so bold.


    He fastened the jade ne around her neck, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "There. It suits you perfectly."


    Yvonne was still annoyed, ring at him without a word.


    Bet''s smile didn''t waver. "I have to head back to the base tonight, so I can''t go


    back to Cherry Bay with you. You be a good girl."


    Yvonne pressed her lips together, refusing to look at him.


    "Answer me," Bet said with a sigh, using his long fingers to hook her chin.


    "Mm," Yvonne mumbled in response.


    "Good girl. Don''t be mad," he said, leaning down to give her a soft peck on the lips. He then added, "I was just apanying my mom to meet an old friend. Don''t get the wrong idea."


    "Was I the one getting the wrong idea?" Yvonne arched an eyebrow. A woman''s intuition was never wrong.


    Bet never hid things from her and shook his head with a helpless smile. "They were the ones with the wrong ideas. It has nothing to do with us."


    "Okay," Yvonne nodded. She was just jealous, not that she didn''t trust him.


    She would always trust Bet.


    "This time you''re going back to the base... when will you be back?" she asked, looking up at him.


    "I don''t know yet," he replied with a sigh. Whenever he was on a mission, his return date was always uncertain.


    "I''lle back to see you whenever I have time. Don''t miss me too much," he said, his hand gently caressing her cheek.


    "Not a chance." Yvonne retorted, pushing him away and turning to leave the room.


    She paused at the door, then turned back, stood on her toes, and nted a quick kiss on the corner of his lips.


    It was a fleeting kiss, and she ran off immediately after.


    Bet watched her leave, a smile spreading across his face as he touched the spot she had just kissed.


    He then returned to his own room.


    Inside, Emma and Nelly were still engrossed in their meal and conversation, the atmosphere warm and lively.


    Mignon was being a perfect youngdy-poised and polite, and though she didn''t say much, she knew just how to charm Emma.


    After dinner, Emma held Mignon''s hand and spoke with her for a long time, even arranging to go shopping together soon.


    Bet pulled the car up to the restaurant entrance. As Emma gof in, she was still miling and waving goodbye to Nelly and Mignon


    As the car pulled away, Emma watched the two figures in the rearview mirror and couldn''t help but sigh Mignon is such a wonderful. girl Ah what a pity I don''t have a daughter."


    "What are you trying to say?" Bet asked, ncing at her while keeping his


    hands on the steering wheel.


    "What do you think of Mignon?" Emma asked tentatively.


    "What I think of her is irrelevant. If you want a daughter-inw who meets your approval, you should


    have her son," Bet replied


    tly. .


    IMS


    After all, since this son was a lost cause, she could always try again with a new one.