Mignon beamed. “Mom said yesterday that Ben was too busy with his military duties to visit. I can''t believe he came today."


    "Mr. Bet Thompson is so attentive to you. He must be falling for you. The Thompson and Powell families are a perfect match, and you''re both in love. It''s a fairy tale," the assistant continued to tter her.


    A blush crept onto Mignon''s cheeks, and the unpleasant encounter with Yvonne waspletely forgotten.


    Mignon had no scenes that afternoon, and the set seemed to return to normal, with everything proceeding in an orderly fashion.


    The afternoon was mostly filled with scenes between Yvonne and Booth.


    Booth''s acting was highly regarded in the industry, and he had a knack for drawing out Yvonne''s emotions.


    Yvonne had worked hard to polish her lines and acting, but she was still developing andcked a certain spark.


    In addition to Director Vasquez''s guidance, Booth would also help Yvonne hone her skills, pointing out her weaknesses.


    Yvonne was a receptive student and improved quickly.


    The afternoon shoot went smoothly, and they wrapped up on time.


    After filming, Yvonne didn''t even bother to take off her makeup. She threw on a coat and hurried back to the hotel.


    She pushed open the door to her room and saw Bet sitting on the living room sofa.


    He was in his military uniform. His jacket was off, hanging on a nearby rack, but he still wore a crisp, light green shirt with a perfectly knotted tie.


    No wonder he hadn''te onto the set; in that uniform, he would have been far too conspicuous.


    "Did youe straight from the base?" Yvonne asked.


    "Yeah," Bet confirmed. He stood up, walked over to her, and naturally reached out to ruffle her hair. "You missed me, didn''t you came over as finished up." Content Soon?


    "You''re the one who missed me," Yvonne said, tilting her face up to look at him.


    "You''re right. I missed you," Bet admitted with a smile, his gaze fixed on her. Yvonne wrapped her arms around his waist.


    She loved the way he looked in his uniform. It was devastatingly handsome.


    In contrast, she was still in her costume, dressed as a mischievous sprite with rather dramatic makeup.


    The sight of Yvonne in her fantastical costume embracing Bet in his formal military attire should have been jarring, but somehow, it felt perfectly harmonious.


    “Did you get the snacks and fruit? I picked them out myself," Bet asked with a smile, his arms encircling her slender waist.


    The bag of fruit and snacks Yvonne had received had been personally selected and packed by Bet before he''d had his bodyguards deliver it to her assistant.


    Bet''s position was unique-he was not only a Thompson but also held a military rank. It would have been too high-profile for him to visit the set, so he''d sent ms men instead.


    "Really?" Yvonne looked up at him, raising a beautiful eyebrow and drawing out her words yfully.


    "Because Ms. Powell was telling


    everyone that all the shacks and treats today were from hero boyfriend."


    “Ms. Powell?” Bet looked utterly baffled.


    He had all but forgotten Mignon, let alone that she was on the same set as Yvonne.


    "Is this Ms. Powell an actress you''re working with? She must have been mistaken," Bet added, his expressionpletely serious.


    Yvonne stopped teasing him and exined, "Mignon must have misunderstood. She probably thought you were there to visit her."


    Given Bet''s status, if he had appeared on set, everyone would have interpreted it as a public disy of support for Yvonne.