Chapter 790

Grace enjoyed a luxurious lunch, thanks to her doting husband, who gave her everything she wanted. Meanwhile, at the police station, Hazel whined, "Shawn, I want a fancy lunch, too." Shawn handed her a takeout box. "Here's your fancy lunch." "I meant fine dining, not takeout," Hazel protested. "Takeout is all I have here," Shawn replied simply. He just glanced at her before leaving to eat with his colleagues. It was the first time Hazel had left the station in under five minutes. Noah rushed to check Shawn's office, ensuring that all the files were intact. Finding everything in order, he relaxed. He said, "Captain Prescott, it's lunchtime. Why did Hazel leave?" Shawn opened his lunch box and explained, "She wanted fine dining instead of takeout, so she left." A few minutes later, Hazel returned. Shawn asked, "Run out of cab money?" Hazel placed a bottle on the desk and grinned. "Takeout will become fine dining with a bottle of Sprite." Shawn chuckled as he took his lunch and t