"I'll … I'll open the door for you."
Juanita hurriedly followed him, opened the car door and helped him in.
She then got into the driver's seat and started the car.
On the way, Karl's eyes looked fixedly out of the car window. He did not say a word, as if he was immersed in his sadness and melancholy entirely.
The view outside the window was nothing to him.
The golden sunrise shone through the glass, reflecting on his handsome face.
After a long time, it was Juanita who broke the silence first.
She felt that she was thick-skinned enough. Were it any other girl, after what happened last night, they would certainly feel so embarrassed, and she ...
"Still no progress in the search?" She asked about Joyce, which was her main concern.
"Hmm."
Only one syllable came out of Karl's throat.
Then they stopped talking again.
Juanita only had to ask again, "You're going back to the Capital, to the Central Prosecutor's Office.”
“Is it ..." She hesitated for a moment before asking, "for Joyce?"
There was finally something on Karl's silent, handsome face. He slowly turned sideways and looked at Juanita in surprise. She knew so much about him.
He graduated from the law school at the Capital with a master's degree and was going to work for the Central Prosecutor's Office, but he didn't want to stay at the Capital because his parents were pushing him to get married and he couldn't stand it.
He ran to Khebury alone and became a detective, who could focus solely on solving crimes.
Until Joyce came along and broke it all.
"Yes.”
“You don't mind?" He asked.
Juanita must have known that he had a crush on Joyce in his heart and he didn't hide it in front of her.
Now that he'd had sex with Juanita. She really did not mind it, at all?
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