Chapter 2 All Of A Sudden

Of course, I knew that he didn't fight back because it all came so suddenly. But if he really encountered thugs, and remained this wimpy person, how could he still uphold justice?

"My fists are for fighting for justice, not for striking innocent people!"

Wow! Suddenly, a halo seemed to envelop him, dazzling me so much that I couldn't open my eyes. Although it had nothing to do with sweet talk, my heart was instantly filled with joy.

I thought I would have to give a statement at the police office, but the officer who came to the rescue his colleague just waved it off, "Forget it, you stood up for what's right."

That was a relief. I grabbed my bag and left, hearing the young officer behind me say, "Director Green, I'll drive her home."

He took a few long strides to catch up with me. I must say, his legs were impressively long.

"My name is David Morrison." His dark eyes looked at me, and then he smiled slightly. I wasn't sure if it tugged at his injured lip, but he took a sharp breath.

"Anne Taylor!" I said my name, looking at him apologetically.

He walked to the car, opened the passenger door for me, and thoughtfully shielded my head with his hand. Then he said, "Don't drink again."

It was clearly a command. If anyone else had said that, I would have been angry. But he was a cop, I felt an overwhelming sense of duty, nodding obediently.

David wasn't much of a talker. We were quite silent on the way, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

When we reached my home, it looked like he had something to say. Was he blaming me for leading him into a big fight?

Seeing the bruises on his face, especially the one at the corner of his mouth, I felt guilty and politely offered, "I'm really sorry about today. How about I treat you to a meal to make up for it?"

"When?" He didn't hold back at all.

"Tomorrow."

Tomorrow was Sunday, and I was free. It was time to repay the debt of kicking him.

He nodded with a smile. No wonder he didn't let me out of the car, he just wanted my treat.

He took out his phone, and we exchanged contact information.

As soon as I got out of the car, he followed me. I looked up at him, puzzled. He was really tall!

He smiled, "I'll walk you."

I had to admit, his smile was charming. Though he was sparing with words, there was an inexplicable allure that made it hard to refuse him.

In the moment I looked up, I stumbled, but fortunately, David caught me, or I would have fallen.

He walked me all the way to my door. Just as I took out my keys, the door opened, and before I could see who it was, I heard my mom's loud voice, "Don't come in yet, go buy some salad! Uh, who is this?"

Only then did my mom notice David standing behind me.

David greeted her with a smile, "Hello, Mrs. Taylor. I'm Anne's friend, David."

Friend? We had only known each other for about fifty minutes, and we were already friends?

I had to admit, David didn't talk much, but his good look was like a passport. Even without being socially adept, he had the charm to let everyone like him.

After I fetched salad, he was already sitting at our dining table, eating hamburgers, and didn't forget to shower my mom with compliments, "Mrs. Taylor, these hamburgers are delicious, and the seasoning is exceptional."

My mom was so pleased that she quickly served him another one, then asked with a smile, "Boy, how old are you? What do you do for work? Where's your family? What do your parents do?"