"Jealous, huh?" Bennett chuckled softly, his long fingers tilting her chin up. "Want to hear the explanation?"

"I don't want to hear it," Yvonne said, pushing him away petulantly.

"Alright, if you don't want to hear it, I won't explain," Bennett said in a doting tone, as if coaxing a child.

Yvonne looked up and glared at him.

Fine, don't explain if you don't want to.

"When are you done?" Bennett asked again.

"When are you done?" Yvonne tilted her chin up, firing the question back at him.

"I can be done anytime. You?"

"I have to entertain the brand representatives. I don't know when I'll be finished." Bennett nodded. "Okay, I'll wait for you."

"Suit yourself. I should be getting back," Yvonne said, pushing past him and quickly leaving the stairwell.

Bennett didn't stop her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her go.

He stayed in the stairwell, lit a cigarette, and only returned to his private room after he had finished it.

By then, Yvonne was also back in her room, continuing her conversation with Ms. Lee and the others.

As the waiters brought in more dishes, Sandra noticed Ms. Lee had had a bit too much to drink and thoughtfully asked a waiter to bring a kettle of water.

Yvonne stood up to take it.

The waiter recognized Yvonne—it was probably his first time seeing a celebrity up close—and his hands were trembling with excitement.

"Ms. Jones..."

"Here, let me get that," Yvonne said, reaching for the kettle. But the waiter was so flustered that he lost his grip, and the hot water splashed all over her.

Her white dress was soaked through, the thin fabric clinging to her body and making her bra clearly visible.

Although Ms. Lee was a woman, the client's party also included the company's vice president, a secretary, and the head of public relations—all men.

Yvonne gasped, instinctively covering her chest.

"The room next door is empty. Go over there, and I'll have my assistant bring a change of clothes right away, Sandra said, handling the situation calmly as she pulled out her phone to call her assistant.

Yvonne did as she was told and went to the empty room next door.

She sat alone, pulling tissues from the box on the table to blot the water from her clothes, but it was no use. The damp fabric felt incredibly uncomfortable against her skin.

Just as Yvonne was debating whether to take the dress off, there was a knock on the door.

"That was fast," she said, standing up to open it, only to find Bennett standing there, not the assistant.

He was holding a shopping bag and smiling warmly at her.

"Your clothes are here. Go on and change," Bennett said, striding into the room and closing the door firmly behind him.

"Give me the clothes. What are you doing coming in here?" Yvonne demanded, glaring at him.

"I'm here to help you change, of course," Bennett said with a low laugh, his arm naturally wrapping around her waist.

Yvonne struggled instinctively, but he easily trapped her between his chest and the wall.

His intense eyes gazed down at her, filled with a mix of desire and amusement. His

long fingers began to unfasten the buttons of her blouse one by one.

"Isn't it uncomfortable being in wet clothes? I'll help you out of them."

"Bennett! Don't you dare," Yvonne hissed, her beautiful, fox-like eyes wide as she stared at him.

"Shh, don't shout. The

soundproofing in these rooms isn't

the best, You wouldn't want

everyone to hear you, would y

Bennett whispered, pressing a long

finger to her lips.

Yvonne fell silent, giving him one last fierce glare.

Bennett wasn't bothered in the slightest. He held her close, slowly peeling the damp

clothes from her body.

"You'll catch a cold if you stay in wet clothes for too long. I'm just helping you change. I won't do anything else."