The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 65

His pristine white shirt was splattered with blood, his hair slightly disheveled. Yet, despite the chaotic aftermath, he still radiated an innate, overpowering aristocratic dominance.

Jeremiah narrowed his sharp eyes, studying Preston for a long moment. After confirming he had never seen this man in Kingsford, he sneered.

"You're a criminal who committed aggravated assault. Why wouldn't I dare cuff you? Take him away!"

Two officers stepped forward, the metal handcuffs snapping shut with a cold click.

Watching Preston's wrists get locked in irons, Chloe's heart skipped a beat. She threw herself in front of him, blocking their path. One of the officers shoved her back roughly.

"Move! What do you think you're doing?" Jeremiah glared at her. "Do you have a problem? Did he or did he not beat a man half to death?"

Chloe opened her mouth, but the words caught in her throat.

Anxiety clawed at her chest. Preston remained entirely unfazed. Despite being in handcuffs, he smiled softly to comfort her.

"Don't worry, Chloe. Wait for me at the house. I'll be back soon."

"You think you're going anywhere after what you did to me? In your dreams! Enjoy your time in a cell!" Gus, his face bruised beyond recognition, roared furiously, pointing a bloody finger at Chloe.

"Jeremiah, she's with him!" Jeremiah waved a dismissive hand.

"If she's an accomplice, bring her in too!" Both Preston and Chloe were shoved into the back of a police cruiser, leaving Mr. Lynch standing helplessly by the gravesite. Once they arrived at the precinct, their phones were confiscated, and they were thrown directly into a holding cell. Preston looked at Chloe, his brows pulling together in a frown.

"Why were you so foolish?" Chloe glared right back at him.

"You're the foolish one! Why did you suddenly start throwing punches? If you end up in prison, it's your own fault. I won't feel guilty, and I certainly won't bail you out!"

Preston looked at her red-rimmed eyes, let out a soft sigh, and clumsily raised his handcuffed hands to affectionately ruffle her hair. "I'll be fine."

Suddenly, a loud commotion broke out in the corridor. A moment later, the holding cell door swung open, and Ken rushed in.

"My apologies, Mr. Hayes. I'm late."

Behind Ken stood a middle-aged man in a tailored suit, radiating the formidable authority of a high-ranking state inspector. He stepped into the room and addressed Preston with deep respect.

"Mr. Hayes."

The moment the official's eyes landed on the handcuffs binding Preston's wrists, his face hardened into stone.

His furious gaze snapped toward Jeremiah, who was standing outside the door. All the arrogance instantly drained from Jeremiah's body.

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