Yvonne stood beside Bet, saying nothing, simply watching Cynthia''s


    performance.


    She thought Cynthia was wasting her talent as a writer and producer; she deserved an Oscar for that acting. She had truly mastered the art of ying hard to get.


    After exchanging a few pleasantries, Noah and Cynthia left. Bet and Yvonne then headed to their private room upstairs.


    Yvonne couldn''t eat seafood, so Bet ordered a few of her favorite dishes, just enough for the two of them without being wasteful.


    While waiting for the food, Yvonne gazed idly out the window, which overlooked the street. She saw Noah, ever the gentleman, open the car door and carefully help Cynthia inside.


    A first love, she mused, truly holds an irreceable ce in a man''s heart.


    "What are you looking at?" Bet asked, looking up at her as he poured some tea.


    Yvonne pulled her gaze away from the window. "Looks like you might be getting a new sister-inw soon."


    "Oh," Bet responded nonchntly, handing her the freshly poured cup of tea. Yvonne took a sip of the warm tea and then casually asked, "Has the situation with the White family been resolved?"


    "Karina got a two-hundred-million-dor settlement from the divorce. She''s already used it to pay off her useless brother''s gambling debts," Bet exined.


    "The White family has always treated Karina like a blood bank, yet she''s still willing to let them drain her dry. It''s truly baffling," Yvonne said, frowning as she drank her tea.


    Bet replied, "You grew up in a normal, loving home, so of course you wouldn''t understand families that favor sons over daughters. The girls in those families are manipted from a young age. The less love they receive from their parents, the more they crave it, the more they yearn for their approval. Some might eventually see the light, but others never will."


    Yvonne was silent for a moment, processing his words. After a while, she asked, "Bet, do you prefer boys or girls?"


    "As long as you''re the one giving birth, I''ll love them either way," he answered with a smile.


    Yvonne seemed satisfied with his answer and didn''t press the matter.


    Soon, a waiter knocked and entered the room to serve their meal.


    Yvonne was still filming, so she didn''t eat much. Most of the time, she was chatting with Bet, telling him about funny videos she''d seen sharing jokes or recounting amusing stories from the set.


    After dinner, they left the restaurant and returned to the car.


    "Are you going back to the set tonight?" Bet asked, looking at her instead of starting the engine.


    "You don''t want me to go back?" Yvonne teased.


    "No," Bet admitted. "You''ve been on set for so long. Helen and Bullet miss you."


    Yvonne pressed, "And what about you? Did you miss me?"


    Bet let out a low chuckle and took her hand. His fingers, calloused from years of handling firearms, gently rubbed the back of her fair hand. You''ll find out when we get. back," he murmured.


    Bet drove back to Cherry Bay.


    Helen and Bullet lived next door, but it was toote to disturb them.


    Yvonne followed Bet into his apartment. She took off her coat and went into the bathroom to shower.


    She had just taken off her clothes and turned on the water when the bathroom door was pushed open.


    Yvonne instinctively grabbed a towel to cover herself, turning to re at Bet as he walked in.


    "I''m taking a shower."


    "I want to take one too. We can save


    water," Bet said,ing up


    behind


    her and wrapping his armee


    around her waist.