That night, Yvonne tucked Elvin into bed. When she left his room, she bumped into Stephen, who had just opened the door to Britney's room.

They looked at each other and gently shut the doors.

Yvonne went in closer to Stephen. "I accidentally heated too much milk. There's still some left. Should we each have a glass?"

"Sure." Stephen followed Yvonne to the kitchen. He looked at her as she poured the milk into two different glasses.

Yvonne handed him a glass. "We should head to bed after drinking this."

Stephen accepted the glass. Somehow, he felt a little suspicious.

Seeing his hesitance, Yvonne teased him, "What? Are you afraid I poisoned the milk?"

Yvonne drank some milk and passed her glass to Stephen. "Drink mine, then?"

"No need," Stephen refused. He lowered his head and drank up, his suspicion gone.

After drinking the milk, Stephen took Yvonne's glass and washed it with his. Yvonne leaned against the kitchen island and smiled. She looked at Stephen's back and said, "You'r