The Supreme Soldier in the City-Chapter 200 Agreed

"I asked you, compared to your girlfriend Emma Campbell, am I not as pretty as her?" Helen Wilson clutched James Brown’s arm, staring at him as she questioned.

James swallowed, scanned Helen from head to toe and thought that this policewoman was indeed on par with Emma in terms of looks.

Helen then asked, "And isn’t my figure better than hers?"

James’s gaze lingered on Helen’s chest. Sensing where his eyes were fixed, she instinctively shrank back, but then she promptly thrust out her chest again.

Indeed, Helen’s bust was one size larger than Emma’s, and her figure was somewhat more voluptuous. Comparatively, it seemed Helen had a slight edge, which unintentionally made her declare, "Yours is better than hers."

Satisfied, Helen nodded and said, "Then what’s stopping you from making me your wife?"

James shook his head with a wry smile, "Marriage is a lifelong commitment. How can you decide it based on looks alone? I admit you’re as beautiful as Lemon and even have a better figure. If you wear a uniform, it’s definitely a kind of temptation no man could resist. But I promised Lemon that I’d be her boyfriend, and I intend to treat her well. I can’t marry you just because you have a better figure than hers."

At this point, Helen seemed to be stuck in a loop of thought as she snorted, "Don’t you know that marriage is the grave of love? Even the deepest love is dulled by mundane life challenges after marriage. Ultimately, whether a couple stays together for life isn’t about love but about adapting to each other’s lifestyle."

"Even if we talk about adapting to life, Lemon is gentle and virtuous—perfect for living a life together. If I can live a peaceful life with her for a lifetime, what reason do I have not to stay with her?"

"What does being gentle and virtuous really mean now? Be it men or women, doesn’t everyone show their best side when dating? Who reveals their flaws? And people in love tend to overlook their partner’s faults and magnify their virtues. But after you get married, what gets magnified are the faults—and the virtues are often ignored."

"But you saying this doesn’t prove that I should abandon Lemon to marry you, does it?"

"I’ve made myself clear to you. If she can understand, just continue being with her. If not, I’m ready to spend my life with you. Although we’ve never dated, during the time I’ve interacted with you, I can judge you correctly and know your faults. I won’t blindly magnify them later, so spending a lifetime together wouldn’t be challenging."

"Wait a minute. You understand me, but I hardly know you. I don’t know whether I can adapt to you in the future. I can’t just gamble my latter half of life on you."

"What do you mean gamble on me? Look at how men and women used to get married in the past without any courtship process. It was arranged by parents; as long as both families agreed, the couple lived together and often quite well. It’s only now with love marriages that the divorce rate has soared."

James was speechless, finding Helen’s theories completely muddled.

At that moment, Helen patted James on the shoulder, saying, "I know you have concerns, but I promise here that I will treat you well and be a good wife and mother. I, Helen Wilson, always keep my word. Isn’t that enough?"

James stared at Helen, and she stared back, unblinking, to demonstrate her resolve.

The two locked eyes for a full minute before James suddenly burst out laughing, "Officer Monaghan, are you really putting your whole life on the line for a case? Isn’t that a bit too much of a loss?"

Helen’s mouth twitched, but she firmly said, "If solving this case saves many people, then sacrificing myself is worth it, isn’t it?"

"Such noble spirit," James said with a mix of laughter and disbelief. "It’s just a smuggling case, right? It’s hardly about saving many lives; at most, it’s about maintaining economic stability and preventing tax losses."

"That’s where you’re wrong. Smuggling isn’t that simple; it involves many aspects and significantly impacts the economy. Just think about it, goods smuggled in cheaply will affect legitimate businesses, possibly leading to their closure. If they suffer heavy losses, they might resort to actions harmful to society. Once such events occur, who knows how many people will be affected? It’s like a butterfly effect—overlooking one small issue legally might lead to numerous consequences."

James was stunned by Helen’s argument, even bringing up the butterfly effect. But he had to agree there was some truth in her words. The ancients had said do not commit small evils and neglect small good deeds. This means that accumulating small evils might lead to big ones, and consistently doing small good deeds builds tremendous merit.

Seeing James deep in thought, Helen struck while the iron was hot, "So I have to pursue this case. It’s dangerous, I know, and I’m even ready to risk my life. Why would I fear spending a lifetime with you?"

James grimaced, "That’s a hefty price indeed."

Feeling hopeful, Helen gave a slight smile, "Not really. I think you’re quite decent, or else I wouldn’t have chosen only you."

"Wow, you must actually be falling for me, using this opportunity to be with me, huh?"

"You wish!" Helen immediately glared, her tone a bit harsh, but realizing it might annoy James, she quickly rolled her eyes and added, "I meant marrying you might not be too problematic. I didn’t say I’ve fallen for you."

James Brown was speechless for a moment; Helen Wilson’s thinking was simply too weird at this point. However, he couldn’t help but admire her dedication to justice. Such a policewoman, no matter what, definitely deserved admiration.

Thinking of Emma Campbell, the empathetic girl, James wasn’t actually worried. As long as he explained the situation clearly, she would surely agree. He then said to Helen with a wry smile, "Alright, you’ve really beaten me. For the sake of your justice, I’ll help you this once. But you have to promise to explain everything to Lemon yourself later."

"No problem! But we can’t talk about it now, otherwise, if the word gets out, we’ll have failed before we even start."

"Okay, let’s keep it under wraps for now."

Helen, excited, said, "Great, then let’s go meet my parents today and register on Monday."

"What? So soon?" James exclaimed once more.

"The sooner we solve this case, the better, right? We need to get the money sooner too."

"But we need to prepare a bit, don’t we? Otherwise, meeting your parents might just give us away."

"Oh, you’re right. By the way, you have a girlfriend, you’ve met her parents before, right? Surely you have some experience. Think about what we should do."

James was hugely embarrassed; Helen had unexpectedly pushed this task onto him. But he did have experience, having met Gina Lopez’s parents smoothly last time.

Having agreed, James got into character and started asking about Helen’s parents’ preferences and other such details. Of course, the main thing was to inquire about Helen’s own habits and preferences—it wouldn’t do to be getting married without even knowing what kind of person Helen was.

Helen answered most of James’s questions, but when he asked if she had any bad habits, she turned slightly red and awkwardly said, "Do I really have to tell you that?"

Seeing Helen’s demeanor, James became even more intrigued and said with a smile, "Of course you have to tell me, we’re getting married after all. I should definitely know about this, right?"

"I... I..." Helen stammered, her face turning bright red, unable to get the words out.

"Come on, get into character now. You need to treat me like your husband, like we’ve already slept together."

"Heck no, I’m not sleeping with you!" Helen suddenly widened her eyes.

"We’re getting married and not sleeping together?" James asked back, somewhat annoyed.

"Well, that’s true... My bad habit is that I don’t like to wear clothes when I sleep at night." After Helen said this, her face turned bright red, and she turned her head away, not daring to look at James.

"Ah ha..." James was genuinely surprised; he hadn’t expected Helen, a policewoman, to enjoy sleeping naked, which was somewhat similar to Emily Jenkins, the flight attendant.

"Don’t laugh!" Helen turned her head and glared fiercely at James.

"I’m not laughing, hey, sleeping naked isn’t a bad habit. During the day, everyone is bound by various restrictions. When sleeping, it’s time to relax completely, and of course, it’s about being comfortable, hehe. So, when we go meet your parents, are we going to sleep together?"

Just as Helen was about to blow up, she realized this was actually an unavoidable issue, clenched her teeth and said, "Of course we’ll sleep together, we are getting married, how can we not sleep together."

"So you..." James’s gaze roamed over Helen’s body with ill intentions.

"Dream on, I won’t be sleeping naked, and don’t you think about taking any advantages."

James immediately pursed his lips and said, "Not even a small advantage? Then what’s this about spending a lifetime with me, isn’t that nonsense?"

Helen was at a loss for words and finally, through gritted teeth, said, "I said spending a lifetime with you is if your girlfriend cannot accept it. If your girlfriend can accept it, why would I still spend a lifetime with you?"

James put on a serious face and said, "I’m not just joking with you, I’m being serious. Since we are getting married, some intimate gestures are inevitable, and if you get mad then..."

Helen hesitated for a moment, then bit her lower lip hard and said, "Alright, as long as we don’t do ’that’, everything else shouldn’t be a problem."