Chapter 340: She Was Hot Too

"Oh, for god's sake, you went on to a prestigious university! You have such a short memory? Look at
you! How quickly you forget! Remember you went to the police station? I was the one who interrogated
you. Ring any bells?"

Hazel tilted her head and waved her hand, murmuring,

"Hey, stop being loud! You are making me nauseous!"

"What? Nauseous?"

Before Bradley got that, Hazel already stumbled towards the bathroom.

"Hey, wait! Be careful. Let me help you."

Looking at the punk lying on the ground, Bradley hesitated for a moment while other police officers
came over.

He went over to explain what had happened and then handed his gun over to them.

"Hey you guys take care of this. I ... I got a family emergency. Gotta go."

Bradley hurriedly made up an excuse and ran towards the bathroom.

"Hazel! Hazel Hoffman!"

He ran to the bathroom, only to find that no one was there.

"Oh man, where did she go? Where is she? She is drunk! For god's sake, she is driving me crazy!"

He hurriedly walked down a street to find her.

Finally, he saw her staggering on a street.



"Hazel, Hazel! Wait! I'm gonna take you home!"

Bradley ran forward as fast as he did when he was in the running races at the police academy, and
finally caught up with her.

"Hazel, Hazel! Wait!"

***

"Get your hands off me! You dickhead!"

Hazel shouted and stamped while frowning.

When she pushed him away, she got wobbled like a tumbler, which made Bradley worried.

Finally, she fell into his arms, and her head hit his chest. It hurt.

"Hey, you stay on campus? What's your dorm number?"

Bradley held her and asked gently.

While Hazel was just gasping for breath, like an old bull.

After a while, she still didn't answer him, so he rubbed her face and asked,

"Hey, say something! It's cold. We can't just stand on the street all through the night! Come on. Say
something! What's your dorm number? I'm taking you there."

Hazel rubbed her face against his chest as if she was gonna tell him her address. But to his surprise,
she didn't. Instead, she began to cry loudly.

....



Bradley was stunned and overwhelmed.

He patted her and explained anxiously,

"Hey, don't cry. I was not yelling at you. Why are you crying? Please, stop, okay?"

"I'm begging you now. Stop crying. You hear me?"

"Now you make me want to cry!"

Hazel just kept crying, cars besides going past her.

The chill night breeze seemed to freeze her heart. Leaning against Bradley, she kept crying for half an
hour.

Her tears wet his leather.

Seeing this, Bradley was heartbroken. After all, the leather was new.

"Stop crying. Why the hell are you crying like this? What's going on?"

For the past half an hour, he had been repeating these monotonous sentences. All he wanted was to
stop her crying.

***

Finally, Hazel gradually stopped.

She rubbed her face covered with tears, raised her head, and squeezed a bitter smile to Bradley.

He thought that she would probably say something like "Thank you" or "I'm fine".

But to his surprise, she blinked and said four words,



"I am so sleepy."

Then she titled her head and fell asleep in his arms.

"Hey! Hey! You can't do this. Wake up!"

"Oh come on. You really have a thick skin, don't you?"

Now look at you. Sleeping like a stone. What am I gonna do now?"

For god's sake, remember, you made me, Hazel. Don't blame me for doing this."

Twenty minutes later, Bradley, the policeman, brought the sleeping Hazel back to his apartment.

"Hey, just so you know, this is my place. But, don't get me wrong. I'm not thinking about anything. It's
you. You don't tell me your address."

"A policeman should serve the people. I won't take anything from people and of course, I'll do nothing
to you."

Bradley murmured and put Hazel on his bed.

Her face was kind of in a mess.

It was covered with tears. Her hair was sticking to it. There was also some dust on it.

There was no way to see her beautiful face now.

Seeing her like this, Bradley couldn't help but smile,

"Even beautiful women are a mess when they’re drunk."



Shaking his head and sighing, he went to the bathroom. He soaked a towel with hot water and wiped
her face gently.

Carrying her back home almost exhausted him. So after cleaning up her face, Bradley was so tired. He
then slept on the floor beside the bed.

When he got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, he was shocked by the fact that there
was a woman sleeping on his bed.

Then what made him even more shocked was that her thighs and underwear were exposed outside.

***

Dear lord! She slept pretty hard, didn't she?

She had kicked away the quilt that had been well tucked in.

Her skirt had been rolled up by her, which made her straight legs and the cute cartoon underwear laid
bare.

Even in the middle of the night, Bradley blushed.

He then tucked her in again, hands shaking.

When he went to the bathroom, he found he got an erection. He was shocked and embarrassed.

"So, she's hot even in that cartoon underwear."

This was one of the conclusions he drew.

***



When Emmett came back, he found that his father was in his villa.

It was very late, two o'clock in the morning. But Atwood Smith was still drinking tea in the living room
with the lights on.

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

And why were you still up late in the middle of the night?

Marina also stood beside him, fully dressed.

Atwood glanced at him and then at Marina, and said to him,

"Emmett, you are getting engaged. Why do you still come home so late?

You said you love Marina and want to marry her. Then why do you leave her alone at home?"

Emmett frowned.

It was weird that his father came here.

Why didn't he call me before he dropped by? And he blamed me for leaving Marina alone at home.
What was that supposed to mean?

"I've been busy with businesses lately. You know that. I have to be there."

Emmett said calmly, and sat beside his father.

Atwood nodded, "Well, I came over to talk to Marina tonight. She is quite adorable. My son, to be
honest, I don't quite like that Juliana, but she has a powerful background. We can't ignore that. Now it's
great. She and Marina take care of you and you take care of the businesses. And more importantly,



you have your love beside you. So I said to Marina just now. You two have to work hard to give me a
grandson soon."

***

Emmett's eyes opened much wider in surprise as soon as he heard the word "grandson".

Meanwhile, Marina lowered her head and blushed from embarrassment.

Grandson?

‘You gotta be kidding me!’

He even didn't touch her!

Where should I get you a grandson?!

Could it be ... that he knew something?

Maybe he began to doubt whether I was serious with Marina.

Emmett looked calm as usual.

But only he knew how shocked he was.

"Marina is still young. We're not jumping to the whole grandson thing. Right, honey?"

Emmett was very smart and made Marina answer the question.

Marina was shocked and suddenly raised her head to look at him.

His watery eyes seemed to be looking at her affectionately.



Looking at his son and then at Marina, Atwood sneered.

"Yes, yes. We ... we're not planning to have a baby, Mr. Smith."

"Call me dad then. You're getting engaged!"

Atwood interrupted her.

Sure enough, like father, like son.

Emmett's father was like a control maniac too.

"Yes, dad."

Atwood slowly poured himself a cup of tea. Apparently, he was an expert in
tea.

Looking at his son and then at Marina, Atwood sneered.

"Yes, yes. We ... we're not planning to have a baby, Mr. Smith."
"Call me dad then. You're getting engaged!"

Atwood interrupted her.

Sure enough, like father, like son.

Emmett's father was like a control maniac too.

"Yes, dad."

Atwood slowly poured himself a cup of tea. Apparently, he was an expert in
tea.



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