Yvonne scrambled up in a panic, pressing her hands against his chest. "Wait,


    Bet... I''m on my period today."


    Bet froze.


    It felt like a raging fire had been doused with a bucket of ice water.


    "You really know how to pick your moments," Bet said, ruffling her hair before rolling out of bed.


    Yvonne watched him leave the bedroom, looking thoroughly unsatisfied. She wondered if he was angry.


    Just as she was debating whether to gofort him, Bet returned with a warm mug of ginger tea.


    "Drink this before you sleep, so you don''t get crampster," he said, cing the mug in her hands.


    The warmth of the mug was just like the warmth of his palm.


    Yvonne took small sips, managing half the mug before pushing it away.


    The smell of ginger was too strong.


    "So fussy," Bet said with a sigh, gently tapping the tip of her nose.


    Because of her period, they went to bed early.


    Bet, however, still had work to do and stayed in his study until the early hours of the morning before returning to their room.


    Yvonne only had a few scenes the next day, and they were all scheduled for the evening.


    Since Bet didn''t have to report to the base in the morning, he took Yvonne to a nearby shopping center.


    Themercial district near Cherry Bay had threerge, high-end malls, two of which were owned by the Thompson Group-Bet''spany.


    Bet led Yvonne into the mall by the hand. Upscale shopping centers were never crowded, and since Yvonne was wearing a mask, no one paid them much attention.


    Yvonne didn''tck for clothes, jewelry, or handbags.


    But a woman''s wardrobe always has room for one more item; the shopping never ends.


    Anything Bet liked, he had the sales associates wrap up and send directly to their Cherry Apartment.


    Although Yvonne wasn''t materialistic, she had to admit that this kind of unlimited spending spree was thrilling.


    "Everything she just tried on-wrap it all up and send it to Cherry Bay," Yvonne heard Bet tell a sales associate as she stepped out of the fitting room.


    "That''s so much. I''ll never wear it all," Yvonne protested.


    She spent half the year on set wearing costumes; she didn''t need that many clothes.


    "How will you know if you don''t have them to wear? Besides, when you look beautiful, I''m the one who


    benefits," Benriettel


    with a warm smile, ruffling her hair again.


    "Don''t mess with my hair, you''ll ruin it," Yvonne said, pushing his hand away.


    Just as they were about to leave, they ran straight into Mrs. Walker and Ynda.


    Mrs. Walker was out shopping with her daughter.


    In the past, they had never needed to pay for anything in a Thompson Group mall, shopping without a care in the world.


    But ever since Ynda and Bet had broken up, that privilege was gone.


    The mother-daughter pair had been wandering the mall for a while but had bought very little. The items they liked were too expensive for them to justify and they looked down on anything cheaper.


    "Mrs. Walker, Ms. Walker," Bet said, nodding politely as he saw them.


    "Bet, what a coincidence. You''re out shopping too," Mrs. Walker said, her expression a little awkward. Her eyes fell on the arm Yvorine had linked through Bet''s, an a flicker of malice crossed her face.


    That little vixen certainly knew how to wrap a man around her finger and get him to


    spend money on her. She hoped it would shorten her lifespan.


    "Enjoy your shopping, Mrs. Walker, Ms. Walker. We have somewhere to be, so we''ll


    be going now," Bet said before steering Yvonne away.


    Mrs. Walker watched them go, her face contorted with rage.