“You dirty bastards! Rebecca, Rebecca, is a whore! I’ll kill her! She’ll die horribly! Why couldn’ she spare a ten-month-old infant? If Jesus knew, he would punish her!”
“If anyone is to blame, it’s you. You picked the wrong side and helped the wrong person. Is it worth selling yourself out for that money? Your highness could give you whatever Leilani gives you. Think about it! If you want the other eye of your son kept, you’d better think through who disfigured Your highness.”
The girl was still screaming. The woman pinched her jaw.
“After it is over, we will release you to your family. We will give you enough money so you and your son could spend the rest of your life in comfort without working.”
The woman’s voice was tempting. The girl couldn’t say no to what she offered.
The yelling in the interrogation room was weaker and weaker. All Leilani heard was painful gasping.
Waylen came out first. If the policeman wanted to get out, he would probably crawl his way out.
Waylen had an awful look. He saw Leilani’s petit figure wrapped in his coat. Her face gradually turned normal again. Then he looked less tight.
Waylen walked over to Leilani and held her face with both hands. He had dark circles under his eyes.
“What did you do last night?”
“I’m meeting Mr. Sweetguy. You’re allowed to accompany your childhood sweetheart, why can’t I find myself a valentine?”
Waylen ruffled Leilani’s cheeks with his fingers. He knew her too well. She had to get under his nerves whenever she could.
“Then why do you end up here? Why didn’t you have your breakfast?”
“I’m waiting for you to join me.”
Waylen smiled. He was satisfied with her answer. He held her hands and said, “Let’s get out of here first.”
Their fingers were locked tightly. Waylen held her hands and walked first. But before they could reach the door, they were surrounded by the police.
“Mr. Bamford, I’m afraid Miss Leilani couldn’t leave yet.”
Waylen gave him a murderous look. They all gasped and trembled.
But they had to follow the orders. So one officer worked up his guts and said, “The suspect has confessed that someone else is behind Your highness’s disfigurement. The person is Miss Peters. So Miss Peters couldn’t leave yet.”
Leilani listened to what the officer said. She was very calm and not surprised at all.
She was taken from the presidential house here and knew she could probably not leave the station even if she had nothing to do with the arson.
Actually, she didn’t plan to leave so soon. The game has just started. If she left, how could she continue playing?
But Waylen ignored them completely. After all, he just kicked the head policeman’s ass.
These police officers were nothing to him.
So Waylen decided to overlook them entirely and held Leilani to keep walking.
But Leilani stopped and pulled him back.
“Waylen…”
Waylen looked back. He had a strong feeling of deja-vu. It had happened too many times before when Leilani did something to his surprise.
As Waylen expected, Leilani said, “They said I couldn’t leave yet. If I go like this, it will look bad to Your highness and Mr. President.”
Waylen said, “Don’t do this to me. This is not the time to say no.”
Leilani knew if she didn’t say it first, Waylen would resort to violence. But she didn’t want Waylen to use it. After all, fists kept one’s mouth shut, but couldn’t solve the problem.
“Do you trust me?” Leilani suddenly asked.
“Do you want me to buy breakfast again?”
Leilani burst out laughing. She only bit her lips and stared at him gently. Those cunning eyes almost seemed to avert the crisis.
“Do you like, have a plan?”
Leilani nodded.
“Then let’s go.”
Waylen held her hands and walked back without any hesitation.
Leilani was forced to go after him. But she was surprised that Waylen agreed to let her stay without asking why.
Waylen said as he was walking, “get us an interrogation room.”
The way he talked about it was like he was telling the customer manager of a five-star hotel to give him a presidential suite…
“Us?” Waylen captured the point fast, “Waylen, what do you mean?”
“You heard me saying to us,” Waylen slowed down, “if you decide to stay, I’ll keep you company.”
Leilani grabbed Waylen’s hands back unconsciously.
“Are you serious? Waylen? Why do I get the feeling you’re the one running wild?”
Did Waylen really think of the police station as a five-star hotel? Was it the place that he stayed because he said so?
Interrogation rooms at the station are temporary locations to keep suspects before moving them to lockup. There was nothing besides a crate bed. Waylen was born rich and used to the good stuff. He could barely imagine it. Even Leilani herself would find it hard to get used to it.
“Do I not sound serious?” Waylen smiled lowly, “I’m more qualified to stay than you do.”
“Don’t mess with me. You need to go home. Diana might need you after she woke up,” Leilani said without giving it too much thought. She already walked behind Waylen’s back, trying to shove him out.
“I can’t leave.”
“Waylen, do you not believe that I could handle this on my own?”
“No.”
“If so, you have to quit being mischievous. Get out of here soon.”
No one would offer to stay in the interrogation room.
Waylen still didn’t move. He didn’t give Leilani a definite answer. He just ordered Tinder to bring the officers inside.
The officer was beaten up by Waylen. Now he had bruises all over his face. He couldn’t even walk normally. The other two policemen had to carry him inside.
“What is the penalty for assaulting policemen?”
The officer shook his hands in horror.
“It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Waylen sounded grim, “are you sure?” He said in a low voice.
The officer was surprised. He struggled to lift up the drooping and swollen eyelids. He couldn’t figure it out. Tinder, standing not far away, said lowly, “you have to put him in the interrogation room for assaulting a policeman.”
The officer had the sparkle in his head and nodded.
“Go and get the interrogation room ready! Move the new sofa in my office there!”
Waylen held up their tightly crossed fingers and kissed Leilani’s hand back, “I can’t leave even if I want to. Honey, please take me in.”
Leilani made up her mind, shook her head, stood up on her toes, hugged Waylen, and whispered something at his ears.
Her arms were still around Waylen’s neck. He frowned and looked worried.
“Do I have to?”
Leilani nodded. Waylen couldn’t do anything to change her mind.
“Then I’ll just keep you company until night. Then I’ll leave.”
There were guards outside the interrogation room. Tinder was also on watch. It was intense.
Inside the room, Waylen took a towel from somewhere. After he got it wet, he bent over in front of the sofa to wipe Leilani’s face. He looked down, and Leilani was shooting a text. It was Andrew’s number.
Leilani was writing a message to Andrew, which said, don’t give away our plan.
The second Leilani hit “send,” the phone was no longer in her hands.
Waylen stared at the string of numbers and flipped through her contacts. Andrew was the only one that had a caller pic. Even Waylen didn’t have it.
“Delete his pic!”
Leilani got up from the sofa. She was half-kneeling in front of Waylen. She meant to explain. But she realized an explanation would only make it worse. She reached out, not to grab her phone back, but in the pockets of Waylen’s trousers.
Waylen stopped moving and looked down at where her hands went.
“A bit deeper, please.”
“You naughty guy,” Leilani knew what she would touch. She went any deeper. Her face turned slightly hot and took out his phone fast.
“If you delete the pic on my phone, as a return, can I delete yours?”
Waylen lifted up his browns with interest.
“Which pic do you want to delete?”
Leilani swiped right to unlock his phone, logged in on his Twitter and swayed the phone in front of his face.
“This one.” That was Waylen’s Twitter icon.
Waylen frowned. He almost went after the phone without thinking.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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