Yvonne must have been exhausted, because she slept soundly through the night.


    She slept until noon the next day, only waking up because she was hungry.


    She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and instinctively called out, "Bet. Ben."


    When no one answered, she realized she was alone in the bedroom.


    Yvonne frowned slightly. As she threw back the covers and was about to get out of bed, the bedroom door opened.


    Bet walked in, holding a ss of warm milk.


    "You''re awake? I thought you were going to sleep until the afternoon. I was just debating whether to wake you," Bet said, sitting on the edge of the bed and ruffling her hair.


    "Have some milk first. Then get up and eat. I made some soup and fried an egg," he added.


    For Mr. Bet Thompson, a man born with a silver spoon in his mouth, making soup, frying an egg, and warming up milk was probably the extent of his culinary skills.


    Yvonne took the ss and drank most of it in one go.


    After drinking most of the milk, Yvonne ced the ss on the bedside table.


    "I''ll carry you to breakfast." Bet scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the dining room.


    On the dining table, the soup and golden-fried egg were alreadyid out, along with a few side dishes. However, the side dishes were leftovers Helen had made the day before and stored in the fridge.


    Bet took the soup bowl and spoon and began feeding Yvonne spoonful by spoonful.


    Yvonne ate while scrolling through her phone.


    "How is it?" Bet asked nonchntly as he fed her.


    "It''s pretty good," Yvonne mumbled, her eyes still on her phone.


    Bet chuckled softly. "You mean, *I''m* pretty good? Should we continue this afternoon?"


    "Yeah! Huh?" Yvonne''s gaze shifted


    from her phone to Bet. Whem et Realized what he meant, her


    she


    cheeks instantly flushed red.


    "Bet, that''s enough. My back still hurts," Yvonne said, annoyed.


    "Your back hurts? Let me rub it for you. Does anywhere else hurt?


    you want me to buy you some


    his band reaching for her waist


    medicine? Bet said meet


    Before Yvonne could react, he had pulled her onto hisp. His warm palm rested on


    her lower back, gently massaging it.


    The ache in her back eased


    considerably. She rxed against


    Bet''s firm chest, her eyes half-closed, and murmured, "Bet, as punishment for you overindulgericest night, you''re sleeping in the guest room for the rest of the week."


    "My dear, that''s not fair. Weren''t you the one who started itst night?" Bet said helplessly.


    "I''m not being fair. What are you going to do about it?" Yvonne asked, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.


    Bet shook his head with a resigned smile. He picked up the soup bowl again. "More?"


    Yvonne shook her head. "No more. Go buy me some medicine."


    "Did I really hurt you?" Bet asked, his eyes instinctively ncing towards the hem of her dress.


    Yvonne replied, "No. The morning-after pill. You didn''t use anythingst night. What if I get pregnant?"


    "If you do, we''ll have it. I can afford to raise a child," Bet said quite seriously. Yvonne was speechless.