Oldest Brother Feng didn’t attend the funeral of his stepmother like he stated, which angered Feng Long even more. Not only did Feng Long believe Sarah’s claims, his heart was sealed towards his Oldest Brother who ’killed’ his mother and his family who were passive about the matter.
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Beverly returned ho the next day to et Inspector Fin in the sitting room who was pacing back and forth.
"Hey," she greeted.
"Where are you coming from?!" Inspector Fin imdiately barked at her.
"I went on a date, why?" she looked at him with a slight frown.
"And you’re just coming back! You went out on a date yesterday and you’re just coming back! ...Where did you go?!" he yelled.
Beverly ignored him and walked past him, however Inspector Fin was too crazy to take silence for an answer.
Just as she walked past him, he turned around and grabbed her by her arm, and pulled her to his face, staring straight into her pretty shocked eyes.
"Wh– what are you doing?" Beverly panicked when she returned to her senses.
"Where were you last night? What happened between you two?!" he yanked her closer again, causing Beverly to whimper as his hold on her soft arm got tighter, still Inspector Fin didn’t let go.
"Let go, you’re hurting !" Beverly cried out loud but Inspector Fin was already raging mad when she wasn’t giving him a reply.
Seeing he wouldn’t let go, she pushed against his strong chest with her free hand, but she was too weak to move him at all.
"I said, let go!!... Paah!" a resounding slap that sent Inspector Fin into a daze for a long ti descended on his left cheek.
It caught him by surprise that he slowly released her. Fuming Beverly turned around and ran to her room, leaving Inspector Fin standing there and staring at her disappearing back.
Inside the room, Beverly locked her door and collapsed on the bed. She couldn’t believe it. She raised her left palm and stared at the redness for a long ti before her lips stretched into a small smile.
Slapping him was satisfying. Why had she never thought about it before? If she had done all these in the past, maybe he wouldn’t have changed so much.
While she was thinking of her record–breaking achievent, Inspector Fin was standing by her door about to knock but he stopped himself and stood there for a while before going to the kitchen.
He soon returned with a pack of ice and then knocked on her door a few tis.
Beverly knew who was there, which was why she took so ti before opening the door.
"What do you want?" Beverly stood by the slightly ajar door, blocking Inspector Fin from seeing inside the room.
"Your hand," he said and brought forward the ice pack.
Beverly trailed her eyes from his handso face to the pack of ice he was holding, "I don’t need it," she said and was about to close the door when he imdiately placed his hand on it, stopping the door from closing.
"Your palm is soft, it must have turned red from slapping ." He applied a little bit of force and pushed the door open, then stepped in and walked towards the bed.
After a few steps to the bed, he stopped and looked back, she wasn’t following behind him. "Aren’t you coming?" he asked her.
"You’re not welco," she replied.
"I’m not here to stay." he walked back and pulled her hand before forcefully dragging her to the bed. "Sit or I’ll make you sit," he threatened calmly.
Beverly stared at him with a look of calm and stubbornness.
Seeing this, he sighed and gently pressed down on her shoulder to make her sit on the edge of the bed. Inspector Fin squatted in front of her, pulled her left hand, and placed the ice pack on it.
"It will sting a little," he said to her but she turned her face away.
Silence consud the room for a long ti before Beverly’s phone suddenly started ringing.
As Inspector Fin was about to get it from the top of the drawer and probably give it to her, Beverly Imdiately stretched herself beyond her limit and grabbed the phone out of his fingers.
Flabbergasted, Inspector Fin imdiately realized that things were starting to go out of control and he extrely hated it.
Instead of leaving to give her privacy so she could answer her call, Inspector Fin raised himself from his squatting position and sat beside her on the bed while trying to eavesdrop on the other person, but to no avail.
Beverly side-eyed him and chuckled at whatever the other person said to her.
"Of course, I’ll be there tomorrow. Yes, yesterday was interesting, I’m blessed to have t you. I never knew the world could be this beautiful if only I had looked at the world differently before."
Inspector Fin frowned as he looked at her. ’You didn’t see the world differently when you were with ? Is that what you’re saying?’
"No, not at all! Hahaha... Alright, I agree, we’ll spend a week together. Yes, I’ll start making arrangents n–" Beverly’s phone was pulled away from her ear with great force and before she understood what happened, Inspector Fin was responding to the person.
"Hey you, stay away from my woman, I won’t warn you again! In case you want to know who I am, Inspector Fin Benard!" he ended the call, scrolled through the phone a few tis, and blocked the contact before deleting it.
He threw the phone to the bed and said to Beverly, "Now, he can’t call you again."
Beverly blinked her long lashes a few tis, "Wh– what was that?" she asked in disbelief.
"Oh, that," he pointed at her phone. "I blocked and deleted his number. You two have nothing going on anymore. You should stop seeing him."
Beverly bolted up and yelled, "How dare you?!"
Inspector Fin curled his lips and stood up. He gently placed the ice pack on the small tray and looked at her angry face.
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