Yvonne: "..."


    After that, the other contestants gradually finished their tasks and entered the lounge. It was clear they had all been put through the wringer by the production team; inparison, Yvonne and Thomas''s game had been the mildest.


    Once the prank games were over, the show arranged avish dinner for all the contestants to get to know one another.


    Whether as a police officer or an undercover agent, Yvonne had always been skilled at dealing with all sorts of people. With her high emotional intelligence, she quickly got along with everyone.


    By the time dinner ended, it was alreadyte evening.


    Yvonne returned to her hotel room. She had just finished washing up and was lying in bed when her phone rang.


    She picked it up and saw it was a video call from Bet.


    After dropping Yvonne at the airport, Bet had returned to his military base.


    Yvonne had sent him a text to let him know she''d arrived safely, but he hadn''t replied. She figured he was busy and didn''t have his phone with him.


    Sitting up in bed, wrapped in a nket with her hair down, she slid her finger across the screen to answer the call.


    The screen filled with a steamy image and the sound of running water. Bet was in the shower.


    He turned off the water, and the loud noise stopped.


    Bare-chested, he toweled himself dry, his bronzed skin taut over well-defined muscles. Yvonne couldn''t help but swallow as her eyes traced his sexy eight-pack abs.


    Seeing such a risqué image thiste at night—something she could look at but not touch-was pure torture.


    "At the base?" Yvonne finally managed to ask, her throat a little dry.


    "Yeah. Just finished training," Bet replied, then asked, "What about you?"


    "Filming wrapped for the day. I got back not too long ago, was about to sleep," Yvonne answered.


    "Did the recording go smoothly today?" Bet finished drying off, casually tossed the towel aside, and pulled on a military-green shirt.


    Yvonne said, "Overall, it went well. But most of the other guests were people I''d never met before."


    "Most?" Bet''s gaze sharpened as he looked at the screen.


    Yvonne replied, “The ones I knew were Dn, the new talent from mypany you met today, and... Thomas."


    Bet raised an eyebrow but said nothing.


    "Thomas seemed surprised to see


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    Sonne exined instinctivaet


    show because of me this time


    Bet retorted, "Not this time? So, the other times were?" Yvonne: "..."


    She felt like she was only making things worse.


    Bet carried his phone out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, cing it on a stand on his desk. He sat dowit and turned on his oputer.


    The glow from the screen entuated the sharp, handsome lines of his face.


    "You still have work to do?" Yvonne asked.


    "Yeah," Bet nodded.


    Yvonne said, "Then I won''t disturb you."


    Bet looked at her and, instead of replying, asked, "Do you miss me?"


    "Of course," Yvonne answered without hesitation.


    Her immediate response seemed to please him. A faint smile touched his lips. "Rest well. Goodnight."


    After the call ended, Yvonne ced her phone on the nightstand. Just as she was about to turn off the light it rang again


    Yvonne picked it up and saw the caller ID. It was Sandra.