Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 362

The auxiliary officer snapped to attention and called out, “Sergeant!”

The sergeant paid him no mind, striding over to the sleek black sedan parked by the curb. As the car window slid down, he bent down to speak to the person inside, his demeanor markedly respectful.

It was clear this was someone of importance.

The auxiliary officer, blocked by the sergeant’s back, had initially assumed the mystery man to be an elderly figure, until a deep, casual voice revealed a young man, exuding an air of aristocracy.

Curious, he tried to peek inside, but the window was already rolling up, the man’s face partially hidden in the shadow of the car interior, revealing just a glimpse of a sharp

jawline..

The sergeant turned and gestured for him to open the gate.

The electronic barrier lifted, and the sedan glided smoothly into the precinct.

“Sir, who was that?” the officer asked.

The older leader smacked him on the head lightly. “Mind your own business.”

to contain his curiosity, the young officer rubbed his head and muttered, “Driving such a fancy ride,

up,” the sergeant replied tersely, before

glass of water, her tone polite. ” have a seat for

asked, “Any news from the hospital?”

the cut on the back of his head was pretty bad. Needed stitches.”

lukewarm water from

tasteless.

a jumbled mess, bouncing around her mind

the police on someone else, and today, she

been knocked out cold by a vase she threw in a moment of panic. The neighbors had heard the commotion and called the cops earlier. She had ridden in a police car, been brought into the station, and had her statement taken-a wholly new experience for someone who

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buzzed around her, none reaching her

and mixed. One set was familiar-confident and nonchalant.

head

His silver-gray blazer over a brown tweed

him, but his gaze drifted past them to lock

he walked over to her, giving her a once-over to ensure she was