“It’s okay. You just focus on your work. When you’re done, I’ll spend all my time with you.”
“You’re so good to me, Vonnie,” Bennett said with a smile.
Yvonne replied, “You make it sound like you’re talking to a child.”
“Well, I’m great with kids. When are you going to have one for me?” Bennett asked, half-joking, half-serious.
Yvonne’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Mr. Bennett Thompson, I think you need to propose first.”
Bennett replied, “Alright. Wait for me to come back.”
They exchanged a few more sweet nothings before ending the call.
By then, the car had already pulled into Cherry Bay.
Yvonne opened the door and got out, her assistant following behind with her suitcase.
“I can take it upstairs myself. You should head home early, too. You’ve worked hard these past few weeks,” Yvonne said to her assistant.
“Okay, I’ll head out then. You get some rest too, Yvonne,” the assistant said with a smile before getting back into the car.
Who wouldn't be happy to get off work early?
After her assistant left, Yvonne wheeled her suitcase upstairs.
With Bennett away, only Helen and Bullet were home.
When Bullet saw his mistress return, he bounded over to her excitedly.
“Bullet, I missed you so much! Did you miss me?” Yvonne dropped her suitcase to the side, bent down, and wrapped her arms around the dog.
Bullet tilted his big head back and barked as if in response.
“Yvonne, you’re back.” Helen took Yvonne’s luggage and then bent down to retrieve a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them at Yvonne’s feet.
“Thank you, Helen,” Yvonne said politely as she changed her shoes.
“Have you eaten? We have plenty of groceries, so I can make whatever you’d like,” Helen offered.

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