Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 149

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 explained. Then she asked, “Why is he here?”

“Helen’s mother-in-law 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 collar around Bullet’s neck, trying to lead him away.

But Bullet refused to budge. He lay 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 Bennett would never agree. As his aide, he knew just how important Bullet was to him.

With Yvonne watching him expectantly, he dialed Bennett’s number, fully anticipating a flat rejection.

To his astonishment, after he explained the situation, Bennett simply replied, “Mm, got it,” and hung up.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the large black 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 softened, her gaze on Bullet turning 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.