They slept wrapped in each other''s arms, a night of peaceful, warm intimacy.


    The next morning, Yvonne was awakened by Bet''s kisses.


    His breath was hot but gentle. Yvonne''s mind was still foggy with sleep, but his scent was so familiar that her body responded instinctively.


    Having been denied the previous night, Bet was clearly losing control this morning. He couldn''t resist pressing her down onto the bed.


    The feeling of him inside her was so intense that it jolted Yvonne fully awake. She didn''t resist him; instead, she yielded to himpletely.


    Just as they were lost in their passion, the doorbell rang at the most inopportune moment, but they chose to ignore it.


    Meanwhile.


    Emma stood at the door, growing annoyed after ringing the bell for a long time with no response.


    Just as her irritation peaked, the door to the neighboring apartment opened. Helen emerged, with Bullet peeking out from behind her.


    "Madam, what brings you here?" Helen asked, surprised.


    "Why are you living next door?" Emma asked, equally perplexed to see Helen.


    "The young master bought the apartment next door. I moved in here with Bullet so I wouldn''t intrude on his and Ms. Jones''s private life," Helen exined honestly. Emma acknowledged this with a simple sound before asking tly, "Bet should be home, shouldn''t he?"


    "Yes, he''s home," Helen answered, not daring to lie.


    "Then open the door. I have business with Bet,” Emmamanded.


    Helen hesitated for a moment. "The young master and Ms. Jones aren''t up yet."


    "Then go wake them up. What time is it? Is Yvonne trying to turn Bet into a cker too?” Emma said with clear displeasure.


    Helen didn''t dare disobey and opened the apartment door.


    Emma strode in on her high heels, heading straight for the bedroom. However, before she could reach the door, Helen blocked her path.


    "Madam, if you barge in like this, you might see something you shouldn''t. It would be awkward for everyone and would only strain your rtionship with the young master.”


    Helen''s reasoning was sound. Although Emma''s expression was grim, she didn''t force her way in.


    She turned, went back to the living room, sat down on the sofa, and took out her phone to call Bet.


    Bet finally understood the true meaning of being interrupted mid-act.


    His expression as dark as a thundercloud, he threw on some clothes, got out of bed, picked up his phone, and impatiently declined the call.


    Behind him, Yvonne sat up, clutching the nket to her chest.


    "Is it something urgent?" Yvonne''s cheeks were flushed, and her voice was slightly hoarse when she spoke.


    Bet had already slipped on a shirt and trousers. He turned to look at her, his gaze impossibly warm, but his tone was tinged with helplessness.


    "My mother is here."


    "What?" Yvonne''s mind went nk Her future mother-inw showing up


    For a surprise inspection Sirst thing jin


    the morning... she waspletely unprepared.


    Yvonne instinctively threw back the covers to get out of bed, but Bet stopped her.


    "I need to go wash up. How can I meet her like this?" Yvonne asked, looking at him in confusion.


    "Who knows why Mom is here this time. If you go out and she gets upset, what if she takes it out on you?" Bet said, pulling her into a half-embrace.


    Yvonne replied, “But if I avoid her, won''t she be even angrier?"


    "She''s going to be angry whether you see her or not, so why bother?" Bet said, affectionately stroking her head. "You just stay here and get some more sleep. I''ll go handle this and be back with you soon."


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