âCaptain Shawn, do you have a friend here?â as he spoke, Charlesâ eyes fell on Jasmine, and he asked with a smile, âAnd this is her?â
Boyce couldnât say he liked or disliked Charles. He simply didnât think he should have a married woman on his mind.
It seemed immoral to him.
âI should be the one to ask you that, shouldnât I?â Boyce, naturally, knew what kind of people lived in the neighborhood.
Charles had some influence in White City, but there were so many big shots in B-town that he was nothing.
It was very rare that he knew the people in the neighborhood.
He soon realized it again, looked at Tiana, smiled and said, âMr. White, you are in good company.â
Tiana may not have been very smart, but she did have a good family background, and it was impressive that Charles was marrying her.
Charles did not continue to talk nonsense to her, but said in a solemn voice.
âCaptain Shawn, may I have a word with you?â
He didnât know that Boyce was now a deputy officer, so he kept referring to him as the captain.
âWhat do we need to talk about?â Boyce didnât mean to embarrass him. He just felt he shouldnât be around him, much less involved, because of his relationship with Matthew.
âI have an appointment. Iâll go first.â After saying that, he turned to greet Jasmine, âCome on.â
âCaptain Shawn, do we have a grudge?â. Charles frowned, was he to be damned just because he liked Dolores?
Boyce gave him a look, âWe donât have a grudge. Iâm just friends with decent people. I donât like people who covet other peopleâs wives with bad intentions.â
After saying that, he and Jasmine walked away.
Charles couldnât respond. He knew that wasnât right too, but who could control feelings?
If feelings could be controlled by the brain, and he could stop loving Dolores as he said he did, he could have given this command to his heart long ago. He told himself countless times that this was not right, to let it go, but the feelings were still there.
He had tried not to think about her, not to create opportunities to meet her.
What else did he want her to do?
âSome people hide in silence precisely because of love. Itâs her you hide from, but itâs silent love you canât hide from. Charles, itâs not your fault.â
Tiana put her hands on his shoulders and said comfortingly, âJust like my uncontrollable feelings for you. If feelings could be so easily stifled, they wouldnât seem precious.â
Charles took her hand and smiled, âActually, Iâm very lucky.â God sent her to his side.
She was the luckiest thing in his life.
She was simple and kind, plus she understood all his helplessness.
He wished he had never met Dolores, but what had happened could not be reversed, and the heart that had beaten could not return to its original state.
âMaybe Dad can help us.â Tiana knew she was trying to get justice for Tom.
Charles shook his head. He knew Alan didnât like the Bailey Family people and didnât want to get involved with them. After all, Mrs. Meyer was related to the Bailey Family.
He couldnât put the Meyer Family in a difficult situation.
âDonât talk to Dad. Iâll handle this myself.â Charles explained to Tiana.
âBut Tom is in the hospital and you donât have anyone aroundâ¦â
âYou have to trust me.â Charles patted her, âLetâs go home.â
Tiana looked down. She could only listen to him and pushed him home.
Boyce guided Jasmine to the front door of Officer Millerâs house. He raised his hand to ring the doorbell as Jasmine stepped aside and clasped her hands nervously. After all, it was a strangerâs house, and not just any strangerâs, so she was uneasy.
Boyce patted her on the shoulder, âWeâll leave after we eat, and everyone is very nice to take. Donât feel obligated.â
Jasmine forced a smile, âItâs my first time here, so Iâm nervous.â
A click was heard and the door opened. The person who opened the door was Officer Millerâs wife, Boyce called her Mrs. Miller.
Mrs. Miller was smiling, but when she saw Jasmine, her smile hardened slightly, âWhoâs that?â
âMy⦠girlfriend.â Boyce thought it was too complicated to explain, and if he said she wasnât his girlfriend, Officer Miller would have to lecture him again. To save himself trouble, he said so.
The smile on Mrs. Millerâs face disappeared completely.
âMom, why wonât you let him in?â Wendy walked over and smiled at the sight of Boyce, âCome in quick.â
Wendy was Officer Millerâs daughter and Boyce was familiar with her. So he said, âYouâre here too.â
With her apron still tied to her body and a piece of ginger in her hand, she smiled and said, âOf course, this was my house too. But itâs still my home too.â
It used to be their home, it wasnât their home after they got married, and it was still their home after the divorce.
Wendy and Boyce were of a similar age. A few years ago, Officer Miller asked Boyce to come to his house for dinner, but it was really a blind date for them, and Officer Miller always had a good opinion of Boyce.
Besides, he thought that after his daughter married Boyce, Boyce would take good care of her. However, his daughter disagreed and had to marry a doctor who was returning from studying abroad, and some time ago, the two suddenly divorced.
It was because the man cheated on her.
Mrs. Miller remembered Boyce again, so she insisted Officer Miller call Boyce home for dinner, trying to get her daughter and Boyce to meet.
Officer Miller had no choice but to ask Boyce to come to the house. He knew in his heart that his daughter and Boyce were not destined to be together. If there was a destiny, they would have become a couple, and not waited until now.
And he knew that his daughter had married, and Boyce was not yet married, so the two would be most inappropriate. He felt devotion to Boyce and loved him, so he didnât want to make things difficult for Boyce.
So he intentionally asked Boyce to bring his girlfriend so his wife could drop that idea.
âCome in.â Mrs. Miller turned sideways. She was excited about cooking up a bunch of good dishes, but now the plan had gone down the drain, so Mrs. Miller wasnât too happy.
Seeing Jasmine, Wendy smiled, âYou, do you have a girlfriend?â
Boyce smiled and said, âYes.â
âI thought youâd be single. Youâre too boring.â Wendy and Boyce were not strangers when they talked, but were as close as family.
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