"Young Master, you're back. Yvonne, you should stay for dinner too. I'll make a couple more dishes."

"Thank you, Helen," Bennett replied warmly. He then bent down and naturally took a pair of women's slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them in front of Yvonne.

Yvonne paused for a moment before putting them on.

Back when they were together, Bennett had always been like this, taking care of her in every little way.

Helen was still cooking in the kitchen.

Bennett and Yvonne sat in the living room. Bullet lay obediently at Yvonne's feet, and she was enjoyably stroking his smooth fur.

"They say animals have a sixth sense. Do you think Bullet recognized you all along?" Bennett asked, watching them.

Yvonne smiled and nodded, then asked, "What about you? How did you recognize me?"

"Figure it out yourself," Bennett said with a glance before getting up and heading to his room.

He returned wearing a set of beige loungewear and saw Yvonne still playing with Bullet in the living room.

Bullet was standing on his hind legs, his front paws resting on Yvonne's knees, his tongue lolling out in a fawning manner.

Yvonne laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her fair cheek against his sleek fur in an intimate gesture.

Bennett snorted. The dog sure knew how to charm the ladies.

"Bullet, attention," Bennett commanded in a deep voice.

As if by reflex, Bullet's ears shot up. He ran to the wall, stood up straight, and remained perfectly still, not daring to move.

Bennett walked over to where the dog had been and settled comfortably into the single armchair.

Bullet: Someone please calculate the square footage of this dog's trauma.

Yvonne was wearing a top that revealed her shoulders, where a scar was faintly visible.

"You've gotten a lot of scars over the years, haven't you?" Yvonne asked, her gaze fixed on his shoulder.

"I get injured on missions sometimes," Bennett said lightly, his deep eyes narrowing as if lost in memory.

"There were two times I was seriously injured and fell unconscious. I kept wondering if death was terrifying."

He finished, his gaze falling on Yvonne, filled with a sorrow so thick it was

suffocating. "Vonnie, did it hurt? Were you scared?"

In truth, Yvonne's sacrifice had happened so many years ago that she had almost forgotten it.

But now, for some reason, tears

began to fall, unbidden and

uncontrollable. The raging fire

from

that day seemed to burg brightly in her mind once more Content”-

The car had been crushed and twisted, and she was trapped inside, unable to move her arms or legs.

As the flames erupted, a wave of regret washed over Yvonne-regret that she had argued with Bennett the last time they met.

She never even got the chance to say a proper goodbye.

"It didn't hurt. The smoke was so thick after the fire started that I løst consciousness quickly," Yvonne replied, trying to sound casual. just regret not being able to say a properTM goodbye to you."

Bennett's eyes reddened. He nodded and said, "But if you could do it all over again,

you'd still make the same choice."

Yvonne's eyes welled with tears. "Yeah, you know me best."

If she could go back, she would still make the same choice. She would charge forward, even knowing it led to certain death. Because she was a police officer content

Duty was heavier than life.

In the past, Bennett hadn't been able to understand. He had argued and complained.

But the moment he put on his own uniform, he suddenly understood.

Country and people would always come before personal love.