Yvonne had just finished packing her suitcase and opened her door when she found Bullet sitting right outside, wagging his tail furiously.


    "Bullet!" she cried out in delight, dropping everything to hug him. "Bullet, what are you doing here?"


    Bullet barked twice, nudging his big head against her affectionately.


    "Bullet, Bullet!" Simon''s voice called out. He rushed up the stairs, looking winded but relieved when he saw the dog.


    "You little rascal, I thought you''d run off for good! You scared me half to death," Simon panted. Two legs were no match for four.


    “Bullet''s a trained police dog; he wouldn''t get lost," Yvonne exined. Then she asked, "Why is he here?"


    "Helen''s mother-inw fell and broke her leg while shopping, so she had to take leave to go care for her. Mr. Thompson is too busy with work to look after Bullet, so he had to bring him to the base."


    Simon reached for the leather cor around Bullet''s neck, trying to lead him away.


    But Bullet refused to budge. Hey on the floor, looking up at Yvonne with pleading eyes, as if he were being abandoned.


    Yvonne''s heart melted. She stopped Simon, saying, "It''s not very convenient to have him on the base, and you have to split your attention to watch him. Why don''t I take him home with me? I can bring him back when Helen returns."


    Simon was taken aback by the offer. After a moment of surprise, he politely declined. “Bullet is Mr. Thompson''s dog. I can''t make that decision."


    "Then you can ask Mr. Thompson," Yvonne pressed.


    Simon was certain Bet would never agree. As his aide, he knew just how important Bullet was to him.


    With Yvonne watching him expectantly, he dialed Bet''s number, fully anticipating a t rejection.


    To his astonishment, after he exined the situation, Bet simply replied, "Mm, got it," and hung up.


    "Did Mr. Thompson agree?" Yvonne asked eagerly.


    “I..... think so?” Simon replied, still looking bewildered.


    Yvonne, however, was overjoyed.


    She hugged Bullet tightly. "Bullet et


    you''reing home wet


    Are


    you happy


    Bullet barked twice, as if in response.


    Simon looked from Yvonne to Bullet, then scratched his head. "Bullet is just like Mr. Thompson-cool and hard to get close to. I''m surprised he''s taken such a liking to you Ms. Jones."


    Yvonne smiled, ruffling the fur on Bullet''s head. “Bullet loves me, don''t you?"


    Bullet barked again, his tail wagging furiously.


    With her suitcase in one hand and the majestic Bullet by her side, Yvonne walked out of the military district.


    Sandra was there to pick her up.


    Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw therge ck dog at Yvonne''s side. "Is that... Bullet?"


    "I ran into a dog I used to have on the base, so I brought him home."


    At the mention of the original Yvonne Sandra''s expression


    ed her gaze on Bullet ne


    warm with nostalgia. She reached out to pet his head.


    Bullet, however, turned his head away disdainfully.


    Simon was right. He was aloof.


    “Bullet, that''s not very polite," Yvonne chided, gently patting his head.


    As if he understood, Bullet reluctantly wagged his tail at Sandra, a small gesture of goodwill.