Chapter 668 Confusion
Charming Bar.
At ten o'clock, it was at its busiest, just as the nightlife was beginning.
Inside the bar, the music was deafening.
Francis, exuding righteousness, hadn't even changed out of his work uniform. As soon as he walked in, everyone gave him strange looks, and of course, there was a bit of fear too.
The first reaction most people have when they see a cop is to quickly think back over the past few decades to see if they've done anything wrong.
And this was a nightclub. Francis showing up in his uniform was bound to cause some misunderstandings.
The bar manager quickly came over, smiling apologetically, "Officer, is there something wrong?"
"Looking for someone." Francis's eyes scanned the crowd in the hall but didn't spot Dulce.
Hearing that he was looking for someone, the manager assumed he was there to catch a criminal and immediately got nervous. "Could it be that a suspect has entered our establishment? Officer, we run a legitimate business here."
"No need to be nervous." Francis glanced at the manager and started searching the bar himself.
The manager followed behind, scared, afraid that something might actually be found.
The bar patrons, seeing Francis, were also curious, wondering if something had happened to bring the police here.
At that moment, there was a commotion from one of the booths—a bottle breaking, followed by a sleazy man's voice, "Hey beautiful, you didn't get hurt, did you? It's just a small thing. If you're upset, I'll drink with you."
"Get lost."
It was Dulce's voice.
Francis recognized it and quickly walked over.
Dulce hadn't drunk much. Although she was in a bad mood, she was just there to unwind a bit. She knew the true nature of the men there and wouldn't let herself get drunk.
She just wanted to drink quietly in the booth. When a man harassed her, she got up to leave. As she stepped down the stairs, she looked up and bumped into Francis.
Dulce panicked, missed a step, and stumbled down.
Francis quickly caught her. The man harassing Dulce saw this and said, "There's a first-come, first-served rule for everything."
But when the man saw Francis's uniform, he swallowed the rest of his words and wisely left.
Francis helped Dulce up and said, "Come with me."
"Why should I go with you? Who do you think you are?" Dulce got angry and shook off Francis.
"I'm your boyfriend." Without another word, Francis picked Dulce up and walked out.
Everyone made way and then craned their necks to watch.
Dulce struggled in Francis's arms, "Let me go, Francis, you jerk! You're not my boyfriend. Do you believe I'll call for help?"
Dulce's threats had no effect on Francis.
Francis carried her outside, put her in the car, and leaned on the car door, saying, "Dulce, about me and Wendy..."
"I don't want to hear it." Dulce covered her ears.
Seeing Dulce so angry, Francis felt a mess inside, not even knowing where to start. This was more troublesome than any case he had ever encountered.
Dulce, seeing him silent for a long time, let go of her ears and glared at him, "I don't want to hear it, and you really don't explain? Don't you know that when a woman says she doesn't want to hear it, she actually does?"
Francis's deep eyes stared at Dulce. When he usually handled cases and interrogated suspects, he was always very serious, logical, and clear-headed. Now, he couldn't say a word.
At this point, Francis had to give Dulce an explanation.
Francis took a deep breath and said, "That night I drank too much. I really don't remember what happened. When I woke up in the middle of the night, Wendy was in my bed. These past few days, I've been thinking about how to explain this to you. Dulce, I'm sorry."
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