Yvonne had worked her way up in the entertainment industry on her own merits.


    She didn''t want to bebeled as someone coasting on connections. So, even though many in their social circle knew about their rtionship, it was very different from going public.


    Bet couldn''t openly visit her on set, so he had his bodyguards deliver the snacks and fruit.


    The bodyguards gave everything to Yvonne''s assistant, who nned to give Yvonne her personal bag first and then distribute the rest.


    However, before the assistant could rify anything, Mignon had jumped in.


    She must have recognized the Thompson family''s bodyguards and immediately assumed Bet was there for her, to back her up.


    She took it upon herself to distribute the food to the cast and crew, iming it was all from her boyfriend.


    As Yvonne finished exining, Bet looked as though he''d swallowed a fly-he couldn''t spit it out or swallow it down, just sit with the disgusting feeling.


    Now, there was no room for them to even exin. Any attempt would only make things messier and drag Yvonne into an awkward rivalry.


    "I can''t believe such a ridiculous mix-up happened," Bet said with a sigh, reaching out to stroke Yvonne''s head. "I''ll handle this."


    "Okay," Yvonne nodded with a smile, showing herplete trust in him.


    "You haven''t had dinner, have you? Go get your makeup off, and I''ll take you out," he said.


    Yvonne replied, "I usually skip dinner."


    Bet smiled. “Make an exception for me?"


    Yvonne''s own smile widened as she nodded and skipped cheerfully into the bathroom.


    She stood at the vanity, using makeup remover and cotton pads to wipe away the heavy foundation, quickly revealing her smooth, clean face.


    After washing her face, Yvonne took down her borate hairdo, removing the pins and ornaments. As she wasbing through her hair, a tall figure suddenly appeared behind her in the mirror.


    Bet wrapped his arms around her from behind.


    "Removing makeup takes a while. Were you getting impatient?"


    asked leaning her body into tole


    chest and looking up at him content >


    "Yes. A little," Bet replied, his voice low and husky.


    He turned her to face him and lowered his head to kiss her.


    Yvonne had just taken off her makeup, and the faint, sweet scent of the remover was surprisingly alluring.


    They became entangled, kissing deeply and passionately.


    The cor of Yvonne''s costume was loose, which proved convenient; it came open with a simple tug.


    Bet buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing her wildly, while Yvonne''s arms wrapped around his neck Her body went lime, and she had to cling to him to keep from copsing.


    He was clearly losing control. He swept everything off the vanity.


    with


    a single motion, pressing her back against the counter.


    The temperature in the small bathroom began to rise steadily.


    Suddenly, the jarring vibration of a phone shattered the moment, instantly cooling the heated atmosphere.


    Bet''s eyes were flushed, his belt already unbuckled, but for a moment, he didn''t move to answer the call.


    Yvonne''s breathing was uneven. Her hand slid limply into his pocket, retrieved the phone, and held it up for him to see.


    "It looks like a work call," she said, her voice breathy.


    Bet quickly reined in his emotions, though the flush in his eyes lingered.


    He took the phone and answered. His voice was calm and cool, but his unsteady breath betrayed a hint of his previous state.


    They were so close that Yvonne could make out a few words: "the Walker family," "captured."


    By the time the call ended, Bet had returned to his usualposed and self- possessed demeanor.