Chapter 130
Late at night, Seraphina was getting quieter and quieter.
She really wanted to hear Leandro’s breathing, but it didn’t come. Instead, she fell asleep first, regardless of whether Leandro was asleep or not.
In the morning, she was awakened by the sound of Leandro getting up. Looked at the bedside clock, sure enough, on time six o ‘clock. She began to question if Leandro was even human….
As she was thinking, she suddenly felt a hand on her forehead, warm.
Seraphina opened her eyes and glanced at him.
Leandro looked at her, didn’t say a word, just felt her ternperature was normal and then turned and went into the bathroom.
With that, Seraphina didn’t feel like sleeping anymore, just lying in bed listening to the sound of water in the bathroom.
The moment the water stopped, another sound suddenly came from the room, Seraphina was stunned for a moment, before she realized it was her phone ringing.
She picked up the phone and saw a strange number, hesitated for a moment, but answered the call.
“Hello, Ms. Bennett?” A middle–aged man’s voice came from the other end of the phone, “I’m a police officer, do you know a woman named Magdalen?”
Seraphina immediately sat up.
Leandro came out of the bathroom and saw her listening to the phone attentively.
Forty minutes later, Leandro accompanied Seraphina to the police station that had just called her.
Magdalen was sitting in the police station office, her arms crossed, smoking a cigarette, her hair was a bit messy, and her clothes. were wrinkled. When Seraphina and Leandro came in, she just glanced at them and continued to smoke.
Sitting next to her was a man in his forties, very strong, but he looked fierce. Especially the three nail scratches on his face made him look even more terrifying.
The policeman who called her described that the two had been drinking together last night, then had a one–night stand, and when they woke up in the morning, Magdalen flatly denied their relationship, leading to a heated argument. The man tried to avoid conflict, but Magdalen scratched his face with her nails.
Seraphina showed no expression and turned her head to ask the police about the relevant procedures.
Leandro took a call, and when he hung up, Magdalen had just finished a cigarette. She looked at Leandro and said, “You came with her, which means you live together, right?”
“What’s it to you?” Leandro countered.
Magdalen smirked, “I don’t care about that. I just think that compared to Seraphina, you are more capable of getting me out of
here sooner.”
Just as she finished speaking, Leandro’s phone rang again. He glanced at her and walked away to answer the call.
On the side, after Seraphina finished understanding the process, she turned around and returned to the room, stood in front of Magdalen, “Are you sure you want to accuse that man of sexually assaulting you?”
Upon hearing this, Magdalen glanced at the man next to her.
The man was a foreigner, and though he couldn’t understand their conversation, he was clearly angered by Magdalen’s look, stood up suddenly, and shouted, “You disgusting woman! I never forced you! You were the one who initiated it last night!”
His emotions were so intense that it was almost like a roar, but Magdalen maintained a cool and proud attitude, and Seraphina was equally calm, looking at the angry man without any expression on her face.
“Forget it.” After a while, Magdalen said, “I want to puke just looking at him. I just want to get out of here as soon as possible.” Hearing this, Seraphina showed no emotion on her face. She went to the man and directly began to discuss a solution with him. The man was clearly convinced that he was innocent. Now that Magdalen said she wouldn’t pursue it, he was still upset about the scars on his face and wasn’t willing to let it go so easily.
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