He was wearing a white casual suit, and his hair was half dry. He should have just taken a shower, and he still had the fresh fragrance of shower gel on his body.
"Is Jessie Yellen your wife?"
"Yes, I'm Jessica's husband," Zayn replied calmly as he tilted his head to look at me.
The policeman looked enlightened and joked with a smile,
"No wonder she chased after your fans desperately. It turns out that she was protecting her husband."
I lowered my head and looked at my toes. I wished I could find a hole to hide in.
Suddenly, the person next to me held my hand and nodded with a smile.
"She's indeed a little impulsive. She'll be careful next time."
I was dragged out by Zayn.
In the passenger seat of his car, I was still in a trance.
"Fasten your seatbelt, Miss Yates."
"Oh, okay." I finally recovered from the joy of holding hands just now.
Then, the car became quiet...
This was the first time we stayed with each other since we got our marriage certificate. Zayn had concert as soon as we married.
"I'm sorry to trouble you so late at night, Mr. Mitchell." I felt so guilty that I couldn't help apologizing.