Silence Reveals Hidden Answers’ by Michael Anderson novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Harvey Prescott.

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The moment I push the bathroom door open, Jennifer is right there, holding something up to my face like a weapon. A… I force my gaze to focus, my mind struggling to connect the fury her red-rimmed eyes, the heaving of her chest, with the crap of black lace dangling from her fingers.

“What is this?” Her voice is a tremble of incandescent rage.

Her chest rises, and the second I don’t reply, I watch her whole world crash behind her eyes. Probably has to do with the fact that she gave a casino owner a chance in the first place.

“If you couldn’t be faithful-”

“I did not cheat on you.” I bring my hands together in a plea.

“Oh, in this house? Where only you live? Where it’s a robot and lio… you mean to tell me that this black lace underwear walked in here, right under your pillow? Harvey, are you insane? How can you do this to me-”

I take a step forward, needing to close the distance, to stop this freefall.

“Don’t you dare come close to me!” She staggers back.

I push a hand through my hair. The only woman who came into this room was Jenna. I should have known. It was something I hadn’t felt on the bed since I came in, so I wasn’t able to tell she’d planted something there. Am I going insane? Why didn’t I check?

I shove a hand through my hair with frustration. The only woman who’s been in this room recently is Jenna. Of course. I should have known. I was so focused on getting information from her that I didn’t think to check the goddamn bed after she left, forgetting that pathetic bitch she is. Am I an idiot? A single, stupid oversight, and it’s about to cost me everything.

“I gave you… I gave you a chance.” Her breath is coming in hyperventilating gasps now, letting the lace fall from her fingers. I can’t even come close. If I tell her it’s Jenna, she’ll ask how and why Jenna was here. It would lead to me saying the whole thing, and for god’s sake, I am not ready to tell her that I’m the one who sent those boys who put her father into heart attack and his store in ruins. I would fit the description she’s heard my family say about me throughout Italy.

I can look like that in all their eyes, but in Jennifer’s eyes, I just want to be Harvey.

“Jennifer.” I go down on my knees because that’s where she’s looking…at the floor, at the panties. “I beg you. I did not cheat on you. I…” I look at the panties, but I have no idea what to say about them or how they got here.

“Which stripper was it!?” she asks, and my eyes widen.

“I don’t fuck my workers.”

“Shut your mouth! Don’t lie anymore! I’ve seen it! The least you can do is say the truth! Why would you come into my life after four years, show me things, make me feel things, and shoot me in the heart like this? Why-”

“Jennifer,” I rise back up and move closer to hold her, now that ee her eyes are fueling something about to break loose. The moment I touch her, she pushes my arm back and comes rht back with a fist against the arm I just stitched.

“Ah.” I grunt, placing my hand there, but still try to reach for her She stops, looking at me with shock in her eyes. When I look down, I feel warmth and I see it’s bleeding

The door opens and Baxter bursts down.

“It belongs to Nisha!”

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I look at him for a moment. He could have only entered at this perfect time if he was eavesdropping on our conversation. He looks at the blood on my arm to Jennifer’s shattered expression.

“I invited Nisha over. She went exploring, came back giggling. Iuess this is her idea of a funny game. Sorry. I’ll warn her to stop playing these childish pranks.” He bends, plucking the lace om the rug with two disdainful fingers.

Jennifer’s eyes, wide and swimming with tears soften on the bloodstain on my arm. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s nothing.” I say, quickly turning away to go clean it up.

“Harvey.” Jennifer quickly holds my hand back. “I’m sorry.” She wipes her cheek, feeling even worse because now she thinks she’s failed to believe in me for another time.

“Why are you bleeding? I want to see if it’s nothing or not. Did you… get into a fight? How did you get hurt? I… didn’t mean to push you like that-”

“Hey. Hey.” I come back and hold her face with my good hand, staring into the depth of her eyes so she can see the absolute focus in mine. “It’s fine. You didn’t know. I did get into a fight, but it’s already stitched. All I have to do is not infect it, okay?”

I brush my thumb over her cheekbone, wiping away a tear. “Stop worrying. It takes more than a little scratch and a pair of misplaced underwear to get rid of me.”

“I’ll help you. Where’s the first aid?” She moves quickly, making me sit on the edge of the bed before carefully helping me pull my shirt over my head.

“Elio,” Baxter tells her, and she’s out of the room in a flash, leaving me alone with him for a long, heavy minute.

“Thank.” I say.

“Least I could do, since you’re housing me. Plus, if she finds out about Jenna, she knows I hired her brother and that I’m part of it. I’m not ready to face that either.” Of course. He’s the root of this whole mess, so naturally he knows exactly how that truth would land with Jennifer.

She returns, clutching the white first aid kit. I try to take it from her, but she pushes me back down gently and sits in front of me. She dabs the cotton wool against the bruised skin around the fresh stitches, her touch feather-light. Baxter watches from the doorway until he can’t stand the scene anymore, then slips out without a word.

“It’s alright now.” I whisper to her.

She looks up at me from where she’s bent low, her eyes are still a little watery. She rises and sits next to me on the bed where.

“I’ll believe you from now on. I won’t believe anything anyone else says. I’ll just… believe you.”

A cold thread of guilt tightens in my chest. “I can be wrong sometimes.” I say, trying to leave a crack of light, a warning about the secrets I’m still keeping.

“No. You’re never wrong.” She says it with faith that it steals my breath. “I’ll get you a shirt.”

As she goes to the closet, I shove a hand through my hair, cursing it, cursing the moment I ever let myself get tangled in Jenna and Baxter’s grimy business.

“Here, wear this white shirt in case it starts bleeding again.” she says, returning with a soft cotton button-down.

I stand and bend my head, letting her slide the shirt onto my shoulders and carefully guide my injured arm through the sleeve

“I can do the rest. Don’t get touchy now.” I joke, my voice a low mble

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