Shawn took a sip of hot latte, laughing loudly, "My father and mother died a long time ago. My mom was framed to death by my dad. I reported it to the police, but they released him due to lack of evidence. The day my mom died, I already considered him dead. Later, I went to England, fought my way through, and only then did I return." The candid words were so frank that they seemed like lies, but they unexpectedly stabbed Ivy's heart. Her eyes flickered, and she instinctively covered her chest with her hands. "Then..." But she didn't want to ask any more. "Next one," Shawn said, lifting his hand. "3! 2! 1!" With the countdown, Ivy chose scissors, and Shawn chose paper. Her heart felt like a heavy stone had been lifted, making it hard for her to speak for a long time. Luke reminded, "Mr. Tate, truth or dare?" "Truth." Ivy drank a sip of latte and continued, "Did he cause your leg injury?" "Yes!" Shawn remained sincere. "He sent someone to cause a car accident, and I became permanently disabled. But it's ridiculous; I still don't have any evidence. I..." "Enough! Don't say it anymore," Ivy interrupted him, suddenly rushing to hug him. He allowed her to embrace him forcefully, speaking softly with a smile. "Want to continue playing?" "No more. If I continue, I'm afraid my heart will ache too much," Ivy replied. Shawn, like a cat, rubbed his face against Ivy's. "But I still want to play." “Okay...” Seeing the man's resolute attitude, Ivy had to agree. So she sat back in her original position. Luke cleared his throat and shouted again, "3! 2! 1!" At this moment, the situation suddenly reversed. Ivy chose rock, and Shawn chose paper."It's my turn now." Shawn's eyes flashed with a faint smile, and his profound gaze seemed to imply something. Ivy sensed a certain meaning hidden in Shawn's words. Straightening her back, she said, "Dare.” Shawn became a bit spoiled, pointing to the café service staff outside, "My dare is for you to go over there and tell them that I am your husband, and you love me very much. Then, take their microphone and tell everyone that I am your husband, and you love me." Ivy: "..." Is this childish or not? She silently complained, but still obediently walked towards the service staff. "Miss, is there anything I can help you with?" The manager saw Ivy walking slowly and thought she might not be feeling well. "Nothing..." Ivy bit her lip, glanced behind her, looked back at the manager, and then looked at the service staff behind her, hesitating for a long time without moving. The manager sensed that something was wrong with her and subconsciously held her hand. "Miss, don't be afraid." "He... is my husband... I..." Ivy's small hands crossed in front of her, her voice very low. The manager tried to read her lips because she couldn’t hear her voice. ‘Is it... help me call the police...?’ "Don't be afraid, Miss. I'll help you. You go back to your seat. In five minutes, you'll be saved," the manager reassured. "Huh?!" Ivy was stunned. "Do you understand?" The manager smiled and nodded, reassuring her, "We understand. Please rest assured!" "Okay. Then I'll wait for you." She looked at the manager and her colleagues with gratitude before returning to Shawn's seat. The manager looked at Ivy with concern, then at the man in front of her, and also at Luke beside her, as well as the other two subordinates who were secretly monitoring. ‘Darn man! How dare you bully women! You'll see!’ "Did you call the police?" she asked her colleague. "Called the police," her colleague replied. "They'll be here in three minutes.""Keep an eye on this scoundrel; don't let him escape." "Yes!" On Shawn's side, unaware of the impending disaster, he was surprised at how quickly Ivy returned. "Did you tell them?" "Not yet," Ivy, still immersed in the nervousness of publicly confessing, replied weakly, "The manager said they're getting a microphone for me. I'm waiting for them." "The café's front desk doesn't have a microphone?" Shawn was quite puzzled. "Why do you have to wait?" As soon as he finished speaking, the manager approached with two men. "It's this young lady," the manager said to the two men, "She came to us for help." Shawn: "..." With a glance that said, "You asked for help for this?" he looked at Ivy, his thin lips slightly curved. Luke and Sanders from the neighboring table, exchanged a glance and shook their heads. They didn't expect their Mrs. Tate to be so shy. "You need help confessing?" Shawn teased Ivy. But soon, he found he couldn't laugh. "Don't be afraid, Miss. I'll protect you!" The manager pulled Ivy behind her. Just when Ivy was puzzled, the manager said, "Officer, this man and his henchmen have been trafficking young women!" "Pfft!" Sanders and Luke sprayed the drinks they had just brought in. Shawn had a black expression on his face. "Where did you see me abducting young women?" he asked the manager, sweeping a glance at Ivy. "Don't be afraid, Miss. They are police officers, and there are a bunch of police officers outside. They can't run away!" the manager reassured. "What?" Ivy, with a very puzzled head, poked her head out from behind. "No, I just found you to... I mean..." "I know you found me to ask us to call the police. Please go and observe outside. Police officer, except for this handsome guy in front of you who thinks he's great, the two sneaky guys at the next table are his lackeys! Hurry up and arrest them!" As the words fell, the two police officers took out their credentials. "The manager reported that you were abducting girls. Please come with us." "No, no, you misunderstood!" Ivy hurriedly stepped forward to explain. Shawn suddenly felt a headache. He didn't get to confess, and he was inexplicably splashed with dirty water. Whom should he complain to? "He... he is my husband..." "What? Is he your husband who abuses you?" The manager was shocked, and Ivy rolled her eyes at his exaggerated reaction. "No." Without thinking too much, she explained hastily as the surrounding customers multiplied, "He is good to me and I love him. We were just playing truth or dare just now. I lost, and he asked me to find you, the manager, to get a microphone and confess in public." Everyone: "..." The manager stood still, like a stone, motionless. After a while, she squeezed out a sentence, "You two are really romantic, you were coming to a coffee shop to play truth or dare!" Ivy closed her eyes. "I'm sorry!" The police also awkwardly took back their credentials, cleared their throats, and said, "In public places, it's better to avoid doing things that can be misunderstood in the future!" ***