Chapter 2 I Call the Police
Two hours later, in front of the police station.
“Tabatha, nothing happened between Walter and me. I was feeling sick and Walter brought meds for me. I didn’t know why the police would come to my house and bring us here.” Ashley looked at me with an innocent look, seemingly pitiful.
Looking at her, I nodded and smiled, “It’s alright. Since it’s a misunderstanding, you should go home and get some rest. I hailed a taxi for you. It’s late. Walter and I won’t drive you home.”
Ashley looked at my expression and believed that I wasn’t mad. She turned to Walter with a loving gaze. But Walter was giving off a dangerous vibe. She left without saying anything else.
I drove to the police station. After Ashley left, I got into the car and sat in the passenger seat without waiting for Walter. It was 4 a.m. I was sleepy and closed my eyes.
Before I could fall asleep, Walter sat in the driver’s seat and asked, “Did you call the police?”
His tone was harsh.
“Yes,” I grunted without opening my eyes as I didn’t want to look at him.
“Why?” Walter didn’t start the car. It seemed that he didn’t want to leave.
I pinched the bridge of my nose to drive my sleepiness away. I opened my eyes and tilted my head to look at him before saying grumpily, “You woke me up at midnight. It’s my retaliation.”
He frowned and arched a brow. “I woke you up?”
Noticing his confused expression, I paused. He didn’t know about the call.
I didn’t say anything and just closed my eyes to get some sleep.
I believed that I didn’t have to spell it out for him.
Walter didn’t ask more questions and simply started the car.
The next day.
I asked for a day off as I stood up all night. I slept till sunset.
Walter wasn’t in the house when I woke up. I had a simple meal and turned on my phone. It showed that I had a few missed calls.
Besides the office, the rest of the calls were from Ashley.
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