He was the successor of a mysterious European family and the president of a transnational financial conglomerate. Although a bachelor for years, he had a 6-year-old son.
She was the head of the Criminal Investigation Department of the North District Police Station, a dumb violent police officer.
When they first met, she thought he was a mobster. Not only did she crash into his expensive sports car, but even bit him.
He calmly raised his slender fingers with teeth marks and said, "Hester, do you think you can get away after biting me? I want money, or this isn't over."
She buckled when she noticed the bite mark, asking sheepishly, "How much?"
"Let's see. 500,000." He smiled charmingly but was cooking up a plan. "Bucks!"
She only made 4, 500 a month. Bursting into tears, she said pitifully, "What if I can't afford it?"
The smile on his thin lips spread wider. "Then I guess you will make do. I am in need of a girlfriend, and my son a mother."
However, she didn't want to be a stepmother!
The spoiled brat countered, "I don't want that dumb woman to be my mommy! I only agreed to call her mother for Daddy's sake. It's not because I like her or anything!"

The Odyssey of a Woman from Mars

After a while, a rib was dropped into Hester's lunchbox. "Huh?"


" ... I don't like meat ... Plus, it is not delicious." Dave turned around and said without raising his head.


Most of the dishes were vegetables. She told him that he had two extra ribs. He didn't like such cheap meat ... so he shared one with her.


Hester looked at his reddened ears. She suddenly leaned over, grinned and asked, "Are you sure you don't like meat?"


His little brown head leaned back, "If I don't finish it, you will blame me for wasting food. Go on with your lunch!"


Hester chuckled and thought to herself that he was quite cute when he was mad.


After lunch, carrying the book, Dave was about to head for the classroom. Hester pulled him and said, "Wait a moment!"


"For what?" Dave didn't want to see Hester at all now. When he saw her ... he had an impulse to tell her to get away, and didn't want to look up at her. In short, he was being shy.


Won Dave's Recognition