Bennett had been busy at the base recently, so they had been apart for a while. When he came home last night, they naturally wanted to be intimate.
But as luck would have it, Yvonne got her period, so they had to find an alternative way to express their affection.
They had gone to bed late, and by the time they were done, Yvonne’s hand was indeed sore.
She hadn’t expected Bennett to bring it up first thing in the morning. She shot him a shy glare and instinctively glanced toward the kitchen.
Helen was busy at the stove, not paying them any mind.
Only Bullet, sitting at Yvonne’s feet, was looking up at them with wide, innocent puppy eyes.
Yvonne reached down to pat Bullet’s large head, then went back to eating her porridge.
After breakfast, Bennett and Yvonne changed and headed out.
They didn’t go directly to the wedding venue.
The Thompson family had to first go to the Scott’s home to pick up the bride, then to the couple’s new house. The whole procession would take hours, and the banquet wouldn’t start until noon.
Since Bennett was already married, he couldn’t be Noah’s best man. He and Yvonne just needed to be at the reception hall, so they had plenty of time.
Bennett drove them to a high-end boutique first.
The outfits had been arranged in advance. Bennett’s was a vintage-style suit in deep blue, while Yvonne had chosen a dress.
The dress was understated in both color and style. After all, it was the wedding of the main branch of the Thompson family; they couldn’t steal the spotlight.
Though simple, the dress was elegant and dignified, and Yvonne looked beautiful in it.
“It’s still not as nice as the one Mr. Cooper made,” Yvonne couldn’t help but remark as she stood before the full-length mirror.

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