Yvonne was at a loss for words. She wasn''t against having children, but she was only twenty, in the prime of her life, with her career on the rise. A baby right now would be veryplicated.


    Seeing her conflicted expression, Bet shook his head and chuckled. "I pulled outst night. And it''s your safe period, so you shouldn''t get pregnant under normal circumstances. The morning-after pill has a lot of side effects. I''ll be more careful from now on."


    "Oh," Yvonne said, nodding.


    She decided to let nature take its course. If she still got pregnant, then it was a gift from heaven.


    After breakfast, Bet cleared the dishes.


    Yvonne lounged on the living room sofa, basking in the sun and reading a script. After finishing the dishes, Bet came over and sat down opposite her.


    He picked an orange from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. With long, slow fingers, he peeled it, carefully removing all the white pith before handing the segments to Yvonne.


    Yvonne took it and ate slowly, then asked just as leisurely.


    "Does Mr. Bet Thompson n to stay cooped up at home forever?"


    "I need to rest for a while, at least until the investigation isplete. What''s wrong? Don''t you like me spending more time with you?"


    "Director Ward''s production starts filming next week at thetest. I''ll probably have to be on set, so I won''t be able to keep youpany," Yvonne said.


    "My situation should be resolved by the end of the month. They''ll have to find a scapegoat to close the case," Bet sneered.


    "Do you know who was behind it?" Yvonne frowned.


    "It was a clean job; there''s no evidence. But whoever took such a big risk toe after me must have a lot to gain. If I die, the biggest beneficiary would be that illegitimate son, Eden. But he doesn''t have the power to meddle in military affairs on his own. The Walker family must have pulled some strings."


    Bet analyzed methodically.


    Yvonne listened, a small smile ying on her lips.


    "Ben, no wonder Mr. Walker was so determined to have you as a son-inw. Who wouldn''t want such a shrewd son-inw?"


    Bet chuckled and pinched her chin.


    "Vincent doesn''t like a son-inw


    who''s too shrewd. He prefers Eden, who''s easier to control heard Ynda is actively trying to get pregnant, preparing to give birth to the heir of the Thompson family."


    "Ynda''s had two kidney transnts, and she still dares to have a child? Does she have a death wish?" Yvonne said, stunned.


    "She probably feels invincible. Even if


    something happens, she can just get another transnt It''s as if at kidneys in Istra belong to the Walker family," Bet sneered.


    Yvonne pressed her lips together, saying nothing. The thought that the kidney inside


    Ynda belonged to Flora made her fists clench.


    "Alright, let''s not talk about them. The weather is nice today. Want to go out for a walk?"


    "No, I''m too tired," Yvonne said, not moving from the sofa.


    "You''re sure?" Bet raised an eyebrow, a hint of heat in his eyes.


    "Mmm," Yvonne mumbled, then asked, "When are Helen and Bulleting back?"


    "Tomorrow, probably." Bet stood up, bent down to lift Yvonne from the sofa, and strode towards the bedroom.


    Bet ced Yvonne on therge bed in the bedroom and then lowered himself on top of her.


    "Bet, I''m tired. Don''t start anything," Yvonne said, her hands against his chest.


    "I was nning to go out to get some air, blow off some steam.


    Since you don''t want to go out, we have to find another way to blow off steam, Bet said slowly, his fingers unhurriedly unbuttoning her shirt.  s?novels


    "No, I''m tired," Yvonne protested.