Chapter 475 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Lulu actually liked that dish, but she shook her head since she was in no mood.

She sighed. “Can you promise me? To help him?”

She was undoubtedly making things hard for a straightlaced, righteous man like Martin, who would never bend the law for personal reasons.

Lulu knew that, and that she was not supposed to make Martin forsake his own duty.

He would be punished if it was a minor bending of the rules, but dismissed if it was serious, so she did not want him to take the risk.

“I’ll prepare a hot bath for you.”

As Lulu got up, however, Martin caught her wrist.

“I’ll do it myself. You shouldn’t move around while you’re pregnant,”

“It’s fine,” she said, making him sit. “You’ve been on your feet all day.”

There was no way Martin would make her prepare a bath when she was pregnant.

“I can do it myself. You should go to sleep for now,” Martin said as he helped her to their bedroom.

Lulu had no choice but to listen, but she was left tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep throughout the night.

Martin sighed inwardly, but there was no assurance he could give her.

“It’s fine. Stop thinking about it. Sleep,” he said, gently patting her back.

“I’m sleeping,” Lulu replied. “You should sleep too, or you’ll be tired when you go to work tomorrow.”

“How are you talking to me if you’re asleep? Or are you perhaps sleeptalking?” Martin chuckled.

While Lulu was left speechless, he gave her a gentle peck on the forehead. “I’ll do my best to help. Don’t worry.”

Lulu opened her eyes in the dark. “You really shouldn’t.”

She did not want Martin’s career affected over this.

“I know what I’m doing. Now, sleep!” he told her.

Lulu closed her eyes, but it still took her a while to really fall asleep.

As Martin arrived at the precinct the next day, he immediately asked one of his officers to bring him everything they had on Ricky.

He understood that Lulu was concerned, and that he must put in extra effort because Ricky was Abigail’s brother, and Lulu and Abigail were very close.

“Cap? We have a tip from our informant,” Johnny said as he entered just then. “The deal is set at midnight, at the port.”

As Martin looked at Johnny, he said, “Bring me a map of the port.”

“Okay. Be right back.”

Johnny soon returned with a map.

There were many piers with cargo ships berthed, along with stacks of containers.

Their men could use those to set up an ambush.

He beckoned at his officers and began to make plans for their operation that night!

It was midnight, and a sea breeze blew over the crystalline surface of the waters, sending the salty odor in the air up to the shore.

It was so cold that anyone would be shivering, but the police officers hiding in the steel containers at the port remained unaffected. Their eyes were sharp and focused as they monitored the situation outside.

They were all concentrating on a certain ship, thanks to a tip from their mole. Once there was movement, everyone would storm it and make arrests.

Because their quarries were planning to move the ship to international waters to make their trade, they had to make their move ahead of time—mobility was poor at sea, and they must apprehend everyone in one swift stroke before the ship left!

Once the ship started its engine, the lieutenant barked orders to move!

They surrounded the ship and kept it berthed in the port, and moved in to make arrests.

Everyone on the ship was an outlaw, trading objects and substances that hurt others as much as themselves. Most of them were murderers too, and if they were arrested, it was either a death sentence or years—even decades—of prison time.

Naturally, they would not go quietly.

A brutal fight immediately ensued!

The crack of gunfire echoed beneath the night, leaving the heart pounding!

This was going to be a sleepless night as Martin led his men to board the ship, taking point since he was the captain.

Fortunately, despite the officers taking some losses, every person on the ship was arrested without stragglers.

Martin also suffered a flesh wound, but it did not hamper his movement at all after he disinfected it and had it bandaged.

However, this was not the time for rest—the gang leader was nowhere to be found.

Martin then pointed at a black hooded figure crouching near the wall and said, “I’ll question that one.”

The black hooded figure was soon taken to an interrogation room, and Martin told one of his officers, “I’m going to make a call to tell Lulu I’m safe.”

“Yes, cap!”

Martin stepped outside to make the call, and Lulu answered soon enough. “Hello?”

“It’s me,” Martin said. “Come over to the precinct, tell them that you’re bringing me dinner.”

Lulus quickly understood what he was getting at. “Okay.”

With that done, Martin returned to the interrogation room.

It appeared that the suspect was not saying a word despite being caught red-handed for trading contraband.

He was certainly a tough nut to crack, refusing to cooperate.

Soon, Lulu arrived at the precinct with some lunch boxes.

The squad was especially careful around her since she was pregnant.

“Hello, ma’am! The captain is in interrogation room no. 3. I’ll get him for you—just wait in his office.”

Lulu quickly waved the officer off. “No, it’s fine. I can go there myself. It’s been a long night for everyone, hasn’t it? It’s almost daybreak, so you must be hungry. I’ve brought a lot of meatballs, so have some too.”

With that, she put the lunch boxes she brought on the table.

Everyone was certainly famished at this hour.

“Thanks, ma’am.”

“You’re welcome.” Lulu smiled. “Eat up—I’ll go check on Martin now.”

“Okay!”

With that Lulu brought the remaining lunch box with her to the interrogation room.

As she opened the door, the man in the black hoodie was left gaping when he saw her, his pupils dilating!

Martin then turned to the officer who was in charge of taking the suspect’s testimony. “You can go take a break now.”

The officer then saw Lulu and put away his notebook. “Yes, cap. Hey, Lulu.”

“There are some meatballs outside. You can have some,” Lulu replied.

“Lulu…” Ricky began.

However, Martin promptly strode up to him and clasped a hand over his mouth, waiting until the other officer left before leaning in to whisper a warning into Ricky’s ear. “Keep it down if you want to talk to Lulu.”

After the other officer closed the door, Martin turned off the cameras too.

He had let Lulu in, using the excuse of bringing food because she had already resigned.

The rule during suspect interrogation was that the suspects were not allowed to meet anyone before they confessed, let alone someone they knew.

And Martin naturally did not want the others to know that Lulu knew Ricky.

“Talk. Just pretend I’m not here,” he said, sitting down at the table while eating the meatballs.

“Ricky.” Lulu had a hard time believing that the tanned, scrawny man whose wrists were cuffed to the table was Ricky.

He even had a scar on his face!

Likewise, Ricky was staring in disbelief at Lulu’s swelling belly!

Ricky’s whole body was trembling as he rasped, “Who’s the father?”

Lulu walked up to him but did not answer, instead asking, “Were you involved in that trafficking ring?”

Ricky’s eyes, however, were red and fixed on her. “Did you kiss and make up with Zachary?”

Martin’s fork paused just as he was about to reach for another meatball, but he soon carried on as if he heard nothing.

At the same time, Lulu was staring patiently at Ricky. “Don’t worry about me. You have to tell me everything right now, so that I know how to help you—”

“Hah!” Ricky snorted. “You’re going to help me? How? Can you bend the law to your will?!”

Lulu put a hand on his shoulder. “Ricky…”

“Don’t say my name!” Ricky bellowed in agitation.

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