Wendy said, âI came to run some errands, do you have anything else to do? If you donât have anything to do, why donât we find a place to sit and talk?â.
Boyce didnât have anywhere to go, so he went along with the idea.
â Did you drive all the way out here?â Wendy asked.
âNo.â replied Boyce.
Wendy pointed to the parked car and said, âMy car is parked on the side of the road. Take my car then.â Boyce didnât refuse.
âIdiot!â Armand watched as Boyce and a woman got into the car. And he couldnât believe his eyes.
He asked the driver in front of him, âDid the man who just left the store get into the car with a woman?â
The driver replied, âYes. And sheâs a pretty woman.â
Armand let out a laugh. â Boyce has a woman, but he keeps pretending to be depressed in front of him. Besides, who was that woman a moment ago? What is her relationship with Boyce? Could it be that Boyce has a girlfriend? And Boyce has been hiding this from him? But Boyce didnât have to keep it from him, did he?
Armand was puzzled. Unfortunately, no one could give him the answer.
The driver glared back at him, âShall we go?â
He couldnât keep the car parked without picking up other passengers.
He was relieved to see Boyce with someone, so he told the driver the address of Matthewâs villa.
Wendy drove the car to the center of town and then found a nice coffee shop, âLetâs have coffee.â
Boyce wasnât really looking forward to going to a coffee shop, but since he had just taken her up on her offer, he pushed the car door open and got out.
âI just want to have coffee with you, but why do you seem so reluctant?â. said Wendy with a smile.
âIâ¦â
âIâm just kidding.â Wendy deliberately interrupted him. She knew he was probably still upset about Jasmine.
Jasmine had visited her before she left.
Jasmine could sense that Wendy had feelings for Boyce. Besides, Wendy was Officer Millerâs daughter, so she could benefit Boyce in his career. As much as Officer Miller appreciated Boyce, Boyce was his subordinate after all. However, if Boyce was his son-in-law, then he would do everything he could to support him.
Therefore, before Jasmine left, he confessed everything to Wendy.
The decoration of the coffee shop gave a very cozy and a bit romantic look. And there were many couples coming in for coffee.
Wendy took a seat in front of the window. The sycamore trees outside the window blocked the sunlight, so there wasnât much light. On the table was a white vase with some daisies.
âWhat would you like to drink?â she asked, looking at Boyce.
Boyce said, âGreen tea.â
â Weâll have a cup of green tea and a cappuccino with milk.â Wendy said to the waiter.
âOkay.â
When the waiter left, Wendy smiled and said, âIsnât it true that men donât like sweet things, and you donât even drink coffee with sugar and milk.â
Boyce said, âItâs my personal preference, I guess.â
âI heard about what happened. I didnât know you had moments where you acted like a child.â said Wendy.
Boyce was confused by what she said. And he didnât know what she meant by that, âWhat did you know?â
â Guess,â Wendy said with a smile.
Boyce said, âI canât guess.â
âYouâre not funny at all. But you really are the kind of man who deserves someone to marry you. Actually, I regret it a little. After all, my father wanted me to marry you in the first placeâ¦â
âThatâs in the past now.â Boyce interrupted her. And he really didnât want to talk to her about it.
Wendy asked, âDo you hate and detest me?â
âNo.â
Boyce answered her bluntly. If Wendy had wanted to, he would have agreed to marry her. Besides, he had no regrets, because he didnât marry her out of love, but out of not hating her. And he simply thought she was about his age.
At that moment, the waiter brought the coffee: âPlease enjoy it.â
Wendy took it and took a sip. When the waiter walked away, she said again, âNow do you hate me?â.
Boyce frowned and said nothing.
Wendy laughed to herself, âAfter all, I was married once.â
âItâs no big deal that people are divorced now.â Boyce wasnât trying to console her. Itâs just the way society is. And the divorce rate goes up every year. And there were plenty of divorced men and women, which meant nothing.
Wendy fiddled with her coffee cup: âWhen I was young, I used to believe in romance. And I loved it when my partner told me he loved you. And I also wanted him to send me a bouquet of bright red roses once in a while. I thought only a man could do that to make me feel passionate and have fun. However, as time went by, passionate life became boring life. And when there are only trivial things left in daily life, most people canât stand loneliness. For example, my carefully chosen husband betrayed me when our life became boring.â
She raised her eyes to look at Boyce, âIf he had chosen you, we would have lived happily ever after. And we could even have children now. Boyce, I really regret it. I regret that I was so blind at the time.â
Boyce didnât look at her, âItâs not your fault. Itâs his loss for not appreciating you.â
And they werenât meant to be together. They werenât before, and they were even less meant to be together now.
âBoyceâ¦â
âIt occurred to me that I still have some business to attend to. Iâll leave first.â Boyce stood up.
Wendy pursed her lips. She thought to herself that she was in no hurry. Since God had given her a second chance, she should take advantage of it.
âIâll take you.â She followed behind him.
Boyce turned her down, âWeâre not going in the same direction.â
âBut we came in the same car.â Wendy smiled, âCome on. Youâre very cold to me, which makes me feel like youâre holding a grudge.â
Since she said those words to him, Boyce couldnât find any more excuses. Because if he kept rejecting her, it would make people think he hated Wendy.
After they left the cafe, they got into the car one after the other. Wendy asked, âWhere are you going?â
Boyce was about to say he was going to the police station, but he quickly realized that he had been suspended. Therefore, he didnât have to go to the police station.
At that moment, the phone in his pocket rang. He pulled it out and saw Matthewâs phone number on the screen. Then he immediately answered the phone.
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