But as the one who had actually died, she felt she had the most say. When a person dies, their consciousness vanishes. Waking up in Yvonne''s body was a stroke of luck, a miracle even.


    Bet didn''t want to debate this with her. The second chance he wanted wasn''t about watching over her from afar; it was about having her truly, physically by his side.


    "It''s getting cold. Let''s head back." The wind was a bit chilly. Bet took off his trench coat and draped it over her shoulders.


    Yvonne nodded, instinctively pulling the trench coat tighter around herself. It was long andrge, covering her past the knees, and very warm.


    The two returned to Cherry Apartment.


    Helen tried to lead Bullet back to the room next door, but he plopped onto the floor and refused to budge. Helen couldn''t even pull him along.


    Bet lifted his leg and gave Bullet a light tap on the rump. After a theatrical yelp, Bullet finally trotted obediently after Helen.


    Bet and Yvonne returned to their apartment. Though it was just the two of them, a world of their own, they each took a shower and went to bed.


    Perhaps because Bet was sleeping beside her, Yvonne didn''t suffer from insomnia. Instead, she slept soundly.


    She slept until she woke up naturally, and it was already ten in the morning.


    The sunlight was a bit bright. Yvonne rubbed her eyes and sat up, seeing Bet standing by the French windows, pulling on a shirt. The light shone through the fabric, faintly outlining the sleek lines of his waist and his firm abs-a very sexy and powerful sight.


    Waking up to such a tantalizing view, Yvonne felt her eyes were truly blessed.


    "Awake?" Bet turned to look at her.


    "Mmm," Yvonne nodded and then asked, "What time is it?"


    Bet: "Almost ten."


    Yvonne: "Why didn''t you wake me?"


    Bet strode over to the bed and casually ruffled her hair. "I just woke up a little while ago myself."


    Yvonne nodded, thinking to herself that it was a rare sight indeed to see Mr. Bet Thompson sleeping in.


    "Let''s get up and eat. Helen has breakfast ready."


    Yvonne threw back the covers, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to freshen up before shuffling out of the room in her slippers.


    Breakfast was alreadyid out on


    the dining table, but Helen and Bullet


    were nowhere to be seen


    At this


    hour. Helen had probably taken Bullet out for a walk.


    Yvonne and Bet finished breakfast and even cleared the dishes, but Helen and Bullet still hadn''t returned.


    Feeling a little worried, Yvonne picked up her phone and dialed Helen''s number.


    The phone rang for a long time before someone answered, and the background was noisy.


    "I was ying with Bullet near theplex entrance when someone walked by with a female golden retriever, looked away for one-


    ?????


    second and Bullet took off a


    It took


    for


    to finally catch


    SWI


    him."


    Helen was still panting as she spoke.


    Yvonne: "..."


    her.


    Yvonne hung up, feeling inexplicably exasperated. A line from a nature documentary suddenly popped into herhead: Spring has arrived and with it, mating season."


    "What''s wrong? Where are Helen and Bullet?" Bet asked casually, tying his tie in front of the full-length mirror.


    "Should we find a girlfriend for Bullet? Maybe have him sire a few litters?" Yvonne asked with apletely serious expression.


    Bet couldn''t help but chuckle. "I don''t even have kids yet. What gives him the right to be a father before me?"


    Yvonne: "..."


    Mr. Bet Thompson was really reaching new heights,peting with a dog now.


    When Bet and Yvonne left, Helen and Bullet still hadn''te back.


    Bet''s ck Mercedes slowly drove out of Cherry Apartment, heading towards the Thompson family''s private estate.