Chapter 3 Can I Be Your Boyfriend

"Mom!" I nudged her arm insistently. "Please, stop asking." David was just being kind enough to help me, a drunken woman who tried to uphold justice up the stairs. Why did she always imagine every decent-looking guy as her future son-in-law?

To my surprise, David was quite patient and answered truthfully, "I'm twenty-four, a police officer, living in this state. My father is a doctor, and my mother is a teacher."

Even though he's a year younger than me, his introduction clearly pleased my mom. After dinner, she brought out the first aid kit and insisted I apply medicine to David's wound.

Since I caused the injury, it was only right for me to take responsibility. I carefully dabbed ointment on his face with a cotton swab.

Meanwhile, my mom dashed off to chat with the neighbors, leaving just David and me in the room. Sitting on the sofa, he was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes with a high nose, his eyes were clear when he looked at me. It seemed like he was a young college student

Then my hand started to tremble slightly as I applied the ointment. My heart raced like I'd just run a marathon.

Swallowing hard to steady myself, I explained, "My mom is always pushing for marriage. When she sees a nice young man like you, she can't help but dream of you as a potential son-in-law. Please don't take her words seriously."

He paused for a moment, then looked at me earnestly and asked, "Can I be your boyfriend?"

I was stunned. "What?"

So quickly? From the moment I kicked him until now, we've known each other for barely three hours, and he's already saying he meant the relationship?"

"Love at first sight," he chuckled, "something I never believed in until now. Anne, I want to be with you."

I was baffled. Just because I kicked him, he fell in love at first sight?

This was a first experience for me, and I was trying to calm down, and thinking about how to react now.

I didn't know when he left, but my mind was in chaos.

The thought of having to invite him to dinner the next day left me unsure of how to handle it.

Although I've been in relationships before, I just felt like it's a little too hasty to move on to the next relationship right after a breakup.

I asked my best friend, and her response was straightforward, "What? Are you going to stay single because of that asshole?"

That's true. My ex-boyfriend cheated, and my heart was dead. We were over, so why not start a new relationship?

But just as I booked the restaurant and dressed up carefully to invite David for dinner, he sent a message, "I have a mission today, so I have to cancel. Sorry!"

What? Did I just get stood up?

Well, police work is busy, and as a good citizen, I completely understand. I replied considerately, "No worries, stay safe."

For days on end he was nowhere to be found. He said he wanted to be my boyfriend, so where was he now?

I started feeling a bit down, even losing interest in slacking off at work. Then I worried he might have encountered danger on a mission.

The thought made me anxious, so I sent him a message, "Are you okay?"

No reply. I called, but his phone was off.

Maybe his phone died. I tried again two hours later, but it was still off. I was so upset and felt like a cat had scratched me.

I immediately took leave and went to the police station, only to find several officers there recognized me.

A slightly chubby officer greeted me with a grin, "Hey, superwoman, what brings you here?"

Superwoman? More like a drunken fool!

"I'm looking for David." I dreaded him asking about my relationship with David.

The chubby officer's expression darkened, and he slowly said, "He was injured on a mission and is in the hospital."