Katherine was still confused while staring at the picture for quite a while.
She couldn’t figure out when it was taken.
She grabbed the phone hard and then texted again to ask who it was.
But this time she received no response.
Nor did Katherine ask again. As rational as she had been, she was aware that she should stay composed in case the culprit took advantage of her.
She lay down while grabbing the phone. Her mind was in a mess. Though every detail in the past seemed to be clear, she still found it hard to build a link within.
Katherine closed her eyes and sighed.
Whatever. Since then, she decided to put it aside. Fagging herself was the last thing she would do.
She lay still on the bed, lurching from sleepiness to soberness.
She stayed so till the next morning. Then she suddenly heard a car coming into the yard.
She was soon overwhelmed with soberness. She hurried to get off the bed and walked to the window.
She saw Marshall park his car in the yard. Then he got off and strode into the parlor.
Within a minute, she heard the door behind opened.
She slowly turned around, “Welcome back.”
Marshall was startled while standing at the door, with his body surrounded by the chill air in the morning, “Why did you get up so early?”
Katherine answered, “I had been sleeping for too long yesterday. So now I stay awake.”
She stared at him, “Did you get some clues from that guy?”
Marshall walked into the bathroom, “Yeah, I got some.”
Suddenly, she happened to notice a dark red stain at the end of his shirt. It should be a blood stain, she supposed.
She walked over and stood at the door of the bathroom. Seeing that, Marshall suddenly stopped while striping.
He turned to look at her, “I need to take a shower.”
Katherine leaned against the doorframe to say casually, “Come on, no need to be shy. I have seen every inch of your body.”
Her flirtatious smile really resembled the recent one of Marshall.
He stared at her with lips pressed, who actually wore a casual-looking face.
Marshall was rendered really embarrassed. So he added, “Get some rest on the bed for the sake of our baby.”
Katherine shifted her gaze from his upper body to the hem of his shirt.
Though she had been kind and soft, a blood stain would never scare her.
After a few seconds of gaze, she turned around to get on the bed.
Marshall walked over to close the door. Then he took off his jacket, while the white shirt inside was stained with blood spot all over.
“Kyle, why didn’t you learn to control your own temper?” he murmured to himself. If it weren’t for the fact that he insisted to interrogate that guy on his own, Kyle would have torn him apart.
As he stripped off, he dumped all his clothes into the trash bin and went for a shower all over.
Actually, he was rather exhausted after staying up for a whole night.
Katherine sat on the bed, grabbed her phone hard and stared outside the window.
As soon as Marshall finished and walked out, she noticed that. But she didn’t look at him, unmoved. Her face still remained impassive.
Marshall, wrapped in a bath towel, walked to the closet to get some clothes. Then he pulled off the towel and put them on.
Not until quite a while later did she utter, “Come over here. Let me show you something.”
Marshall nodded and walked over, “What?”
Katherine handed over her phone, “Am I look good in those pictures?”
His casual-looking face soon turned into solemnness especially when he saw the last one.
He paused and told her to wait. Then he turned around and walked out of the bedroom.
Katherine could tell what he was doing. As he left, she got off bed and entered the bathroom.
She saw his clothes, the shirt and the suit jacket, were both dumped into the trash bin.
After a simple glimpse at them, she turned around and walked out of the bedroom.
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