He strode into the walk-in closet, changed into afortable set of loungewear, and then joined Yvonne for dinner.


    Helen had made several of her signature dishes, including aforting pork rib and lotus root soup.


    Yvonne, who had been eating diet meals for days, could feel her mouth watering at the fragrant aroma of the food.


    "Why is dinner sovish again? I''m supposed to be on a diet.”


    "One meal won''t hurt. You can get back to it after you''ve eaten," Bet said with a smile, picking up a pork rib with his utensils and cing it on Yvonne''s te.


    Yvonne bit into the rib, her eyes curving into crescents just like Letitia''s as she smiled.


    After dinner, Yvonne took a long, rxing hot bath. When she emerged from the bathroom, Bet was sitting on the bed, reading a book.


    It was a thick volume on military theory, clearly read many times. Certain pages were marked with notes in handwriting that was strong and sharp, full of character— just like the man himself.


    "Why didn''t you dry your hair beforeing out?" Bet''s gaze shifted from his book to Yvonne.


    "The hairdryer wasn''t in the bathroom," Yvonne said. She walked over to the vanity, opened a drawer, and found the hairdryer tucked inside.


    Thest time she had dried her hair in the bedroom, she had put it in the vanity drawer and forgotten to move it back.


    Yvonne sat at the vanity and began drying her hair. The hairdryer was a quiet model, so it didn''t disturb Bet''s reading.


    Once her hair was dry, Yvonne put the hairdryer down and walked toward the bed. The moment she stopped beside it, Bet''s arm shot out and pulled her into his embrace.


    Yvonne fell onto hisp, immediately feeling the hard, hot ridge between his legs.


    Her cheeks flushed uncontrobly. "Aren''t you tired? How are you still this worked up?"


    Yvonne knew how demanding Bet''s job was. To fly out and pick her up today, he must have workedte into the night. The corners of his eyes were event slightly red.


    "I''m never tired when I see you,” he murmured, his arms wrapped around her.


    "Well, I''m tired. We''re just sleeping tonight," Yvonne said, turning him down.


    Bet''s dark eyes narrowed slightly, and the arms around her waist loosened a fraction.


    He would never force her to do anything, especially not in bed. No matter how much he wanted her, if Yvonne said no, he would always respect her wishes.


    "You must be tired from the flight. You should get some rest," Bet said, letting her go and pulling ker down to lie beside him on the


    ?


    "Yes, and you''ll sleep with me," Yvonne said, settling into the crook of his arm. She began to pat his chest gently.


    "Are you trying to soothe me like a child?" Bet couldn''t help but chuckle.


    Yvonne asked, "Are you going to let me?"


    "Do as you wish," he replied with a sigh.


    "Then close your eyes," she instructed.


    Bet obediently closed his eyes. Yvonne continued to pat him gently as she began to hum a soft tune.


    "Moonlight migrates across the


    night sky, gathering in one direction.


    Not some fantastical light from


    another world, but simply because


    of your Fireflies drift to thewn shaking off halos of light as they rush to you. I sketch this scene like a dancing pencil, gifting this beauty to


    you. You will grow wings, and


    embrace a gxy of stars..."


    Bet was clearly exhausted. Yvonne was only halfway through the song when he fell into a deep sleep.


    Yvonne stopped patting him. Her beautiful, fox-like eyes narrowed as she gazed at him intently.


    “Bet, you don''t have to be so careful. I''m never, ever going to leave you again,” she whispered, leaning in to ce a gentle kiss on his forehead.