Bet exined.


    "So, Cynthia''s making her move?" Yvonnemented.


    "You saw it too?" Bet chuckled.


    Cynthia''s stumble looked deliberately staged. But they were watching with a bird''s- eye view; Noah, who was standing right next to her, would have never seen her footwork.


    "From the video, it''s clear Karina sees Cynthia as a rival. And Cynthia looked so wronged when she left. Knowing Noah, he''ll definitely feel guilty and want to make it up to her. That back-and-forth will give them excuses to see each other. She yed her cards well."


    Yvonne asked, "Aren''t you going to do anything?"


    Bet shrugged nonchntly. "Noah''s love life is his own business. It''s not my ce to interfere. Whoever he marries is my sister-inw. As long as Cynthia doesn''t harm the Thompson family''s interests or hurt Noah, I don''t have time to bother with her petty schemes."


    Yvonne nodded in agreement. Noah''s personal life really was none of their business.


    After finishing their meal, they drove straight home.


    When they arrived at Cherry Bay, Helen and Bullet were both there.


    The sound of the door opening sent Bullet scrambling toward them, nearly knocking Yvonne over. Luckily, Bet was right behind her and steadied her with a hand on her waist.


    "Get inside," Bet said, wrapping an arm around Yvonne and giving Bullet a gentle nudge with his foot.


    Bullet yelped once and trotted into the house, slinking over to a corner. He sat there, looking at Yvonne with pitiful puppy-dog eyes and letting out a few more soft whines as if toin.


    "Bet, don''t be mean to Bullet," Yvonne chided.


    “Mm,” Bet replied nomittally as they walked inside.


    “Bet, Yvonne, you''re back. Have you eaten?” Helen asked,ing out to greet them.


    "We already ate, Helen. You should take a break, don''t worry about us," Yvonne said with a bright smile.


    Helen nodded, walked to the entryway, and grabbed her coat and bag from the rack. I''ve already tidied up the rooms. Since you''ve eaten, I''ll head out for the night."


    As she spoke, she clipped the leash to Bullet''s cor, clearly intending to take him with her.


    "Helen, are you going home?" Yvonne asked, confused.


    "Oh, my son and grandson are back in Istra for a visit. I want to spend some more time with them these next few days," Helen replied.


    "But you don''t have to take Bullet with you, do you?" Yvonne asked again.


    Helen nced subconsciously at Bet, who was at the counter pouring a ss of water, acting as if he had nothing to do with it.


    Helen touched her nose and continued, "Oh, well, my grandson loves dogs. I thought Id bring Bullet home with me. I''m sure he''d be thrilled."


    Afraid Yvonne would ask more questions, Helen quickly led Bullet out the door.


    As soon as the door closed, Bet eagerly pulled Yvonne into his arms.


    "You sent Helen and Bullet away again, didn''t you?" Yvonne asked with a sigh, wrapping her arms around his neck.


    "Having an extra person around


    suddenly felt... inconvenient. I bought the house next door for


    Helen and Bullet to live in. That way, she can still take care of you without disturbing us."


    Bet said with a warm smile. His long fingers tilted her chin up, and he leaned in for a kiss.


    Looking like he could devour her whole, he swept her up and tossed her onto therge bed in the bedroom.