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.”

his curiosity, the young officer rubbed his head and muttered, “Driving such a fancy ride, what’s he doing

sergeant replied tersely, before

a policewoman got her a glass of water, her tone polite. ” have

“Any news from

it’s a grade-one concussion. He’s awake, but the cut on the

the lukewarm water

tasteless.

around her mind like erratic lines of

of calling the police on someone else, and today, she found herself in

had 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

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none

chaotic and mixed. One

head turning slightly toward

view. His silver-gray blazer over a brown tweed tie made him look

people were talking to him, but his gaze

over to her, giving