Chapter 379: How Many Ex-girlfriends Do You Have?

Bradley went to fix her more dishes with his apron still on. What a good househusband!

...

Hazel walked idly to the dining table. Having just washed her face, her skin looked like a peeled white
egg, fair and tender.

Looking over at her, Bradley was taken by surprise. The spoon was held stiffly in his hand, and some
soup spilled out.

"Hey! Don't make such a mess even if this isn't your house! Look at what you spilled, idiot."

Hazel frowned and shouted, stomping her feet.

Bradley had a sudden urge to smooth her eyebrows with his hand.

Why was a pretty girl always frowning and roaring like that?

"What? Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I wasn't looking."

Bradley looked down at the soup and apologized, picking up a wiper to clean it up.

Hazel sat there carelessly, crossing her legs and pouting,

"Where has your eyes been? What were you looking at if you were not looking at the soup then?"

Looking at you of course! These words almost slipped out of Bradley's mouth.

"Well, I ... I was distracted...."

"Hurry up and bring me the meal. Stop babbling."



Hazel tapped on her chopsticks like a lord.

Bradley flinched and sighed.

Oh, crap.

As an outstanding student from the police academy, he was ordered around by a little girl.

It sucked.

Bradley served all the dishes and washed his hands before sitting down.

Hazel dug in ravenously and asked

"Wow! You cooked all these?"

Bradley rolled his eyes and said, "Of course! Is there a third person in this house? Who else could it
be?"

"Not bad, Bradley, not bad at all. It's really delicious! As a good cat you can catch the rat, and as a
good househusband you can also cook! Remarkable!"

Hazel had all her attention on the dishes so that she barely looked at Bradley.

...

Bradley was fluttered. He beamed with great delight, fixed his collar and said proudly.

"It takes you long enough to find out! I have always been a good man, ok? Wait, what did you just say?
A cat? You called me a cat?!"

Hazel was chewing the pork with her mouth tilted and some juice on her chin.



"Aren't you? You're a cop. Isn't it all about catching bad guys? Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some
cartoons, aren't the cops featured as cats and the bad guys as rats? This is a fair metaphor!"

Bradley was brought up short. He could only say to himself.

That was rubbish.

But he was not going to bicker with her.

"Well? With such good dishes, shouldn't we have some wine?"

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

Her twinkling eyes looked as if they could talk, taking Bradley's breath away.

His heart was beating faster.

It was as if someone was hitting his heart like a ping-pong ball.

Bradley and Hazel looked at each other for a little longer.

Bradley's eyes glazed as he looked at her, his mouth slightly opened.

Hazel raised her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of Bradley's eyes, shouting.

"Hey, are you dumb? I was just talking to you! Did you get your brain squeezed today?"

Only then did Bradley come to himself, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Wine? No, you're not going to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking at all."

Hazel's request gave him a headache.



The other day, he was taken to Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee
or something. Since then, something was wrong about her.

She insisted that he take her to the seaside in the middle of the night, where they were almost frozen to
death.

And she insisted that they sit on the beach, hold each other, and watch the freaking stars.

...

Come on, it was a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars, not even a single one in the sky.

And the next day he caught a cold and sneezed all day.

A drunken woman was ridiculous.

He absolutely couldn't let her drink again!

He didn't reckon himself capable of handling the drunken Hazel.

But after a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few bottles of beer after all.

"Here's to our youth! What are you waiting for? Cheers!"

Hazel's eyes widened as she roared at Bradley, who was still not sure about this. But in the end, he
had to compromise.

She wasn't drinking from a glass but a bottle instead. Good for her.

Bradley could feel the cold sweat on his forehead.

"My dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends do you have?"



Holding the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a wicked grin.

Bradley began to cough.

He was so startled that he was nearly choked by the beer.

How did that question come up?

"Why?"

"What's the big deal? It's not a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past. I'm just asking. So, how many
exactly?"

Bradley's face flushed again.

Damn it, he didn't have any.

If he told her the truth, she would laugh at him.

"You ... you go first."

"What? Are you serious? Alright, I'll go first! Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious
relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not the plastic ones in senior high, got it?"

Her words gave him another shock.

Good for her!

She must have lived with quite a few men.

...

With a trembling voice he asked, "You ... you have moved in with many of them?"



Hazel grinned and looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted from side to
side.

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

Were there so many that she had to count it?

Bradley was a little unhappy.

But he was not so much unhappy as awkward.

Anyway, it was an indescribable feeling.

There was nothing he could do about the Jealousy and bitterness.

"The men I used to live with...."

Bradley was all ears like a curious baby, his eyes wide open.

At this moment, Hazel's phone rang. Bradley hated whoever was calling.

He just needed one more moment!

He was so curious about her past.

"Oh, my phone. I have to take it."



With the beer bottle still in her hand, she ran to the coffee table, picked up her phone from under some
magazines. But she frowned before answering it.

It was Lucas. That bastard....

Why was he calling?

Hazel didn't want to talk to him. Even his name disgusted her. That bastard cheated on her for two
women, two at a time! Damn it!

"Pick it up! What are you waiting for? The dishes are turning cold!"

Bradley took a few dishes to the kitchen and heated them up with the microwave oven.

Hazel hesitated for a little longer and finally picked it up.

"Hello?"

When hearing Hazel's voice, Lucas was so excited that he almost bit his lips.

He got a bit carried away.

"It's me!"

"Yes, I know. Go ahead."

"Are you going to Iceland?"

...

"What?" Hazel frowned and became impatient, "Are you kidding me? Go find another woman! I'm not
interested!"



Hazel was about to hang up the phone when she heard Lucas shouting desperately,

"Elaine is missing! Aren't you going to Iceland and looking for your best friend?"

...

Hazel froze. She placed her phone back to her ear and screamed.

"What did you just say, Lucas? What happened to Elaine? If you dare to lie to me, I swear that you'll be
sorry! How dare you curse my friend?"

Lucas heaved a sigh of relief. Thank god she didn't hang up the phone.

"How can I lie to you? Elaine is indeed missing in Iceland! Emmett has already gone there. Oliver is
also anxious. He has arranged a plane leaving for Iceland immediately to look for her. Are you going?"

Lucas finished his sentences in one breath, waiting for Hazel's reply.

But there was a long silence.

"Hello? Are you still there? Are you going or not? Hello?"

Hazel suddenly burst out crying

"Elaine! My Elaine! Elaine...."

Hazel was about to hang up the phone when she heard Lucas shouting desperately,

"Elaine is missing! Aren't you going to Iceland and looking for your best friend?"

Hazel froze. She placed her phone back to her ear and screamed.

"What did you just say, Lucas? What happened to Elaine? If you dare to lie to me, | swear that you'll be
sorry! How dare you curse my friend?"

Lucas heaved a sigh of relief. Thank god she didn't hang up the phone.

"How can | lie to you? Elaine is indeed missing in Iceland! Emmett has already gone there. Oliver is
also anxious. He has arranged a plane leaving for Iceland immediately to look for her. Are you going?"

Lucas finished his sentences in one breath, waiting for Hazel's reply.
But there was a long silence.

"Hello? Are you still there? Are you going or not? Hello?"

Hazel suddenly burst out crying

“Elaine! My Elaine! Elaine...."



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