Before Letitia could finish, Dominic spotted Bet and Yvonne approaching. He grinned and waved. "Cousin! What are you doing here?"


    "It''s my property. Why shouldn''t I be here?" Bet replied coolly, walking over with Yvonne in tow.


    "That''s not what I meant," Dominic said with a grin, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and offering one.


    Bet casually held up a hand to decline. "Yvonne doesn''t like the smell of smoke."


    Taking the hint, Dominic promptly extinguished the cigarette he was holding. "You really spoil your girl, cousin."


    Yvonne''s cheeks flushed slightly as she nodded at Dominic and Thomas in greeting.


    "What brings you here today? Things not busy at the base?" Thomas asked, holding his club and looking at Bet.


    "I''m on leave. Brought Yvonne here to unwind," Bet said, then added, "Weren''t you filming at the studio? What brought you back so suddenly?"


    "You seem to know my schedule quite well," Thomas scoffed before answering. "I had toe back for some family business. I''m leaving tomorrow."


    "Yvonne, long time no see," Caroline and Letitia said, their greetings dripping with insincerity.


    Neither of them liked Yvonne, but now that she was with Bet, they didn''t dare offend her, even if they couldn''t bring themselves to suck up to her.


    Out of politeness, Yvonne gave them a brief nod, her expression neutral.


    Caroline and Letitia didn''t press the matter. And so, despite being rted by blood, they all treated each other like strangers.


    The estate manager brought over clubs for Bet and Yvonne.


    Yvonne took a few swings with her club while Bet stood by, watching and patiently giving her pointers.


    Under Bet''s guidance, Yvonne''s game improved noticeably.


    vel


    After swinging the club for a while, Yvonne''s arm started to ache Halfway through Bet


    instruction, she yfully gave up


    and stopped listening.


    Bet chuckled helplessly, walked over, and wrapped an arm around her, holding


    her close as he guided her hands on the club.


    "Ben, we came out here to have fun,


    I.ne


    not to be the third wheel to your PDA. We haven''t even had lunch,


    and you''re already stuffing us fully,


    Dominic teased with augh


    Bet ignored him as if he hadn''t heard a thing and continued to guide Yvonne.


    Caroline and Letitia stood off to the side with their clubs, their eyes filled with envy. But envy was useless.


    Thomas had just taken a swing. He turned to look at Bet and Yvonne, who was nestled in Bet''s arms, her smile bright and unrestrained.


    She was like a brilliant sun, but her light only ever shone on Bet.


    "I heard from my aunt that you and Yvonne are engaged. When are you nning to have the wedding?" Thomas asked.


    Bet looked up at him, his dark eyes calm and deep. "We''re getting our marriage license next month. We''re not nning a wedding for now it would interfere with Yvonne''s career."


    Willing to be the man behind the woman for the sake of her career-Bet''s devotion was something to be envied.


    Thomas nodded. "I''m sorry, but I can''t bring myself to congratte you just yet."


    "We don''t need it," Bet replied coldly.


    While Thomas and Bet were talking, Dominic wisely kept his distance. He didn''t want to get caught in the crossfire.


    Perhaps because the award-winning actor Thomas was too cold and distant,


    Caroline and Letitia stuck close to Dominic.


    Letitia couldn''t contain her curiosity and asked gossipily, "Are Mr. Bet Thompson and Mr. Taylor not on good terms?"