After making their rounds and thanking the guests, Bet and Yvonne left the reception. The hall was bustling and noisy, and with Yvonne pregnant, it was best to avoid any idental bumps.


    Bet took Yvonne directly back to their home in Cherry Bay.


    The house had been decorated for the asion, but not fully renovated. They had avoided any new construction, concerned that the fumes might affect Yvonne and the baby. Instead, they had simply redecorated, swapping out the curtains, bedding, and wall hangings for deep, romantic hues and adding a few of their wedding photos in the living room.


    Bet had originally chosen this property as their marital home, so there was no need to move.


    Besides, with Yvonne pregnant, it was better for her to stay in afortable and familiar ce.


    Though it was their wedding night, Yvonne''s pregnancy meant any real celebration was out of the question.


    After they got home, Yvonne went straight to the bathroom to remove her makeup and shower before copsing onto the bed.


    “Tired?” Bet sat on the edge of the bed, carefully blow-drying her hair for her.


    "Mmm," Yvonne murmured, her beautiful eyes half-closed, too exhausted to say much.


    Her current body was already frail, and the pregnancy was only adding to the strain. "A wedding like this... I used to be able to handle ten of these without breaking a sweat, but now one is enough to nearly kill me," Yvonnemented offhandedly. Bet''s hand, holding the blow-dryer, paused for a second. He then chuckled, "Are you saying you want to have another ten or so weddings?”


    Yvonne realized her slip of the tongue and quickly corrected herself, "Even if I had a hundred weddings, they would all be with you. We could do it to collect more gifts."


    Bet knew she was just trying to cover her tracks. He smiled and shook his head, turning off the blow-dryer and setting it aside. He then handed her a private checkbook.


    "What''s this?" Yvonne asked, confused. She opened it, her eyes widening as she tried to count the zeros. "Where did all of thise from?"


    "Wedding gifts," Bet replied sinctly.


    "This much?" Yvonne couldn''t help but be astonished.


    They had received tens of millions in wedding gifts. Was Bet not worried about how such a massive amount of cash would look on their taxes?


    As if sensing her concern, Bet patiently exined, "It''s just reciprocity. The Thompson family


    has given out more than pas


    amount in gifts over the years. It''s only natural to get some of it back.”


    No matter what Bet''s profession was, he couldn''t escape the social obligations


    that came with his family''s status.


    For the fabulously wealthy Thompsons, money was just a number.


    Yvonne, having been doted on by Bet for so long, had be somewhat desensitized to wealth. After her initial shock at the figure the private checkbook, she simply set it aside.


    "It''s for you. A little something for yourself," Bet said.


    "Oh," Yvonne replied casually.


    in


    She rolled over in bed, and a wave of drowsiness washed over her. Soon, she was fast asleep.


    Meanwhile, back at the banquet hall, the Thompsons were just seeing off thest of their guests.


    Although it was Bet and Yvonne''s wedding, the busiest people had been Frank Thompson and Emma Moore.


    From nning the wedding and


    coordinating with the event


    decorating the venue, greeting


    guests and now sending them off,


    Frank and Emma had been


    managing every single detail.


    And the happy couple, Bet and Yvonne, had left right after the ceremony,


    leaving the elderly pair to handle the rest of the hosting duties.


    It felt as if the wedding had been for them.


    Once thest guest had departed, Emma finally let out a long sigh of relief. "After a


    whole day of this madness, it''s finally over."