Chapter 103 I will stand with you in the dock (please subscribe!)

Early the next morning, Hawke got up.

Because today is his and Gwen's first official date.

So Hawke got up early and unpacked a pack of suits from the closet that were tailored to his body a few days ago and just sent from Paris.

Handsome.

hansome.

Very cool.

Hawke stroked his hair, looked at himself in a suit and leather suit in the mirror, raised his eyebrows, then turned and left the bathroom.

Go downstairs.

"Huh."

Hawke looked at Lorna who had gone downstairs and was sitting in the living room. He blinked, looked at the time on his watch, and asked with some wonder: "Today is the weekend. Normally, don't you always sleep?"

Until twelve o'clock?"

Lorna, who was drinking the milk she had just heated, rolled her eyes when she heard these words: "On which day did I sleep until twelve o'clock?"

Hawke tilted his head, looked at Lorna, and said nothing.

Seeing this, Lorna rolled her eyes again: "Zoe, Lauren, and Amelia and I made an appointment to go to the Port of Manhattan together later."

Hawke walked to the restaurant and pulled out a chair: "Manhattan Port? What are you doing there?"

Lorna shrugged: "There is a flea market over there today, we plan to go check it out."

Hawke said oh.

"And you?"

"What?"

Lorna looked at Hawke's clothes, a little suspicious, and whispered: "You have a job?"

Hawke shook his head: "No, other things."

He didn't dare to tell Lorna that he was going on a date with Gwen today. What if Lorna found out and secretly went out to cause havoc?

Half an hour later.

Lorna was the first to leave, telling Hawke to clear the table, and then left home in her yellow Chevrolet.

Hawke cleaned the dining table and waited for about ten minutes after finishing the cleaning. Then he walked to the garage, pulled out his silver Audi A8, got in, drove out of the garage, and prepared to pick up the car.

Gwen, and then head to today's destination.

The ice skating rink at Rockefeller Center.

November, ice skating.

Very good match.

The most important thing.

There is a great opportunity to hold hands at the skating rink.

When Hawke drove downstairs to Gwen's apartment, he almost hit George.

George seemed to have just left the house. After kissing Helen, he turned around, got into Beckett's car, which was also waiting at the door, and left.

Hawke looked at the vehicle where Beckett drove George away from a distance and touched his chin.

By the way, when he went out this morning, he discovered something.

These days, the informants surrounding him from the New York Police Department, with a 95% probability, even those arranged by George, seem to have disappeared.

It seemed that, overnight, it was removed directly by George.

so……

Are you giving in, or are you trying to play another trick?

Hawke blinked and thought in his mind.

at this time.

Hawke came back to his senses and looked at the man standing downstairs in the apartment.

Enter the eyes.

Gwen was standing on the side of the road, waving to herself from a distance. She was wearing a white coat, and her outfit was particularly eye-catching today.

Hawke looked at the vehicle that had gone away, released the brakes again, and drove the vehicle over.

When the Audi A8 parked under the apartment building, Gwen had already opened the passenger door and got into the car.

Hawke looked at Gwen getting into the car and smiled slightly.

"morning."

"Good morning."

After Gwen got in the car, she naturally leaned over and kissed Hawke, then pulled her seat belt and said, "When I received your message, I thought you were going to run into your father.

"

Hawke smiled and started the car: "Why did George get up so late today?"

It's almost eight o'clock now. According to the past, at six o'clock, George would have gone out to work at the police station on time, a part-time worker who couldn't be more suitable.

"You forgot, dad is going to court today."

Gwen tucks her hair: "Zach Staney's case?"

Hawke raised his eyebrows: "I didn't pay much attention to the news."

He has never been interested in this kind of news that has nothing to do with his studies or making money. If Gwen hadn't mentioned it from time to time these days, Hawke would have almost forgotten that today was the final day of Zack Stany's sentencing.

.

but……

"This is very fast."

Hawke said with some curiosity: "I thought, at least, it would take more than a month before the verdict is announced."

More than a month is already a conservative estimate.

If you have a strong team of lawyers, even if you kill someone in public, they will be able to drag out the case for several years.

at the moment?

It has only been a week since the verdict was announced, and this speed is simply the speed of light.

Gwen shrugged and said, "I don't know about that, but this is a good thing. An early verdict and letting the criminal get the ending he deserves is the best comfort for the victim, isn't it?"

Hawke nodded: "Yes."

That's why he likes Gwen.

Not only is she beautiful, but she also has a very upright outlook on life.

soon.

Hawke drove Gwen to Manhattan, occupying three streets, from Fifth Avenue to Seventh Avenue, only two blocks away from the Stark Industries Building, with seventy floors and a full height.

Two hundred and sixty meters from Rockefeller Center.

Rockefeller's skating rink is outside. When Hawke and Gwen arrived, there were already many people in the skating rink.

At first glance, almost all of them are lovers.

Looks very loving.

If a few black spots in the venue can be removed, there is no doubt that it will be an excellent date spot.

Gwen was the first to put on her shoes. She stood up, slid around, and turned in a circle in front of Hawke. Her jeans highlighted Gwen's perfect leg shape: "What are you looking at?"

Hawke smiled and raised his chin towards the court across the street: "George should be in the court building opposite."

Gwen followed Hawke's gaze and nodded: "Yes, do you want to go in and observe?"

Finished.

Gwen blinked, smiled at Hawke and said, "I can call dad and ask him to come out and pick us up."

Hawke laughed, stood up, moved his legs, hugged Gwen, and said with a smile: "Forget it, I'm afraid George will send me to the dock."

"Will not."

Gwen had a bright smile on her face and said, "If this happens, I will stand with you."

The corners of Hawke's mouth rose.

"good."

"Let's go skating."
To be continued...