Chapter 540 The Man Who Speaks Harshly
Francis noticed that Dulce always had a bunch of random thoughts in her head.
He frowned. "She's my comrade's wife. Some jokes are okay, but you need to know your limits. Not every joke is appropriate."
Dulce realized Francis was angry and pouted, saying, "I was just asking casually."
"Wash your hands and eat. No need to change shoes," Francis said, heading to the bathroom.
Wendy brought out the dishes, and Dulce, feeling a bit embarrassed, smiled and followed to wash her hands.
As a police officer, Francis was very particular about hygiene and always used sanitizer before meals.
Dulce called him hypocritical, wondering why a grown man would care so much about cleanliness.
Later, the three of them sat down to eat together. If Dulce had known it would be like this, she wouldn't have come; it was a bit awkward.
Leaving now wouldn't be appropriate either.
In her mind, Dulce thought Francis was stingy. He invited her for a meal, but it wasn't a fancy dinner out, nor did he cook himself.
While Dulce was complaining internally, she didn't stop talking.
"Francis, this is chicken soup. Have some more," Wendy said, serving a bowl of soup to Francis with great care.
Francis politely said, "Thank you, Wendy."
Wendy looked at Francis with a gentle gaze, the way a woman looked at her beloved man.
Francis took a couple of sips, found it tasty, and served a bowl to Dulce as well. "You follow me to dusty places every day; have some too."
"At least you have a heart. I'll take it," Dulce said with a smile as she drank, "Wendy, your cooking is really good. "
Wendy noticed their interaction, her eyes dimming as she lowered her gaze. "It just takes practice," she said.
Francis asked, "Wendy, where's Brianna Gray?"
Wendy replied, "I took her to her grandmother's. Her grandmother missed her."
Francis asked, "How's Elise Powell's health?"
"They're getting old, catching colds every now and then. Edward's death anniversary is coming up, and they feel down. They hope having Brianna with them will make them feel better," Wendy said, her tone tinged with sadness.
Francis's face also showed guilt, self-blame, and sorrow.
Dulce looked at the two of them, feeling completely out of place in their conversation.
'Who was Edward? And who was Brianna?'
Dulce didn't dare ask more and quietly ate her meal.
Francis's phone rang. Seeing it was a call from the police station, he went to his room to answer it.
After Francis left, Dulce, who was eating, suddenly heard Wendy ask her, "Miss Quixote, you're so pretty, and your hands are so fair. You don't look like you work at the police station."
Dulce exclaimed, "Wendy, your judgment is spot on. I've noticed that spending time with Francis makes you pick up some anti-detective skills. I don't work at the police station; I run a beauty salon. Wendy, you can come to my shop anytime, and I'll give you a 20% discount."
Dulce's last sentence was meant as a joke, but Wendy replied sarcastically, "I can't afford to go to such an expensive place like a beauty salon. Thanks for the offer, Miss Quixote."
Dulce felt baffled by the comment.
She could only smile awkwardly, but Wendy continued, "Miss Quixote, you're so pretty. Do you have a boyfriend?"
Dulce shook her head. "No."
Wendy said, "You are so young and pretty, and you can't even find a boyfriend? That's impossible."
Dulce smiled shyly. "I have had several boyfriends, but all of them ended in breakups. These past few years have been rather unfortunate for me, as I have encountered only men who deceived me and took my money."
"With your IQ, it's a wonder you're still alive."
Francis suddenly appeared behind her.
Dulce angrily said, "II was simply unlucky, too kind-hearted, and soft-natured. A person as good as I am—capable of earning money, possessing beauty, and having an excellent figure—is difficult to find. Missing out on me is truly the loss of those men."
Francis glanced at Dulce's chest. "Not necessarily."
Dulce fell silent.
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