The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 296

Corinne looked at Lucas. “Looks like the 7.5 million dollars check wasn’t well spent. Didn’t you promise you’ll leave me alone for a year once you get the money? A day hasn’t even passed, and here you are.” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Lucas was already used to Corinne’s unpredictability. His thin lips curled into a smile, and he cordially said, “Miss Corinne, now isn’t the time to joke around. I wouldn’t have come to bother you if the victim wasn’t my own sister.”

Corinne took a leisurely sip of the straw. “Regarding that case, I’ve told the police officers everything. You’re more than welcome to ask them for information about the case.‘

Lucas stared coldly at her. “I’ve come here to confront you with the consent of the police officers.”

Corinne raised her eyebrow. “Confront me?”

Jeremy was stationed beside Corinne’s hospital bed, and at that moment, one of the police officers in the ward said to him, “Mister Jeremy, please step to the side. The new witness is now having a confrontation with the suspect. Police officers need to get closer to take notes.”

Jeremy just stared at the police officer indifferently and

remained standing where he was like an immovable, majestic mountain with both of his hands tucked inside his pants‘ pockets.

A certain chill ran up the police officer’s spine, even though Jeremy did not say anything. “Mister Jeremy…” began the police officer exasperatedly.

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Corinne could tell from his voice that he was extremely stressed. She tilted her head to look at Jeremy and said, Mister, I’ve finished my water. Can you help me put the glass back on its shelf? Thank you! Why don’t you go sit over there? It must be tiring to be standing all this time.”

She was still in handcuffs, so her two hands had restricted movement. She clumsily held the glass in both hands and extended her arm to Jeremy, which prompted him to narrow his eyes.

He coolly took the glass from Corinne but did not put it back on the shelf. Instead, he kept holding it in his large hands as if it was the most natural thing to do in the world. However, he did follow the second part of Corinne’s suggestion.

Jeremy pulled a chair to a spot that was a little distance away from the hospital chair and sat with his long legs gracefully crossed. He then propped up one elbow on the armrest and serenely rested his face on that hand. Finally, he held up the glass and took a sip from the straw as he silently watched what Corinne was going to do next.

Everybody present, except for the police officers, was shocked by Jeremy’s seemingly -normal action. They all knew him to be a germaphobe, and he hated nothing more than to share any bodily fluids with another person. Therefore, it was quite shocking to them that he would drink from the same straw as Corinne, and what was more, he seemed to be enjoying it a little.

Anya was watching Jeremy’s every move. Her face tensed up before darkening, and her hands instinctively balled up into a fist.

Lucas naturally noticed Anya’s disappointment, and his heart went out to her. He grabbed her hand and led her to the sofa. The two of them sat together, and he hugged her close to him while continuously patting her shoulder. ‘I’ll protect her,

come what may,‘ he thought.

The police officers had finished setting up their equipment. The confrontation would be recorded in two ways: video and a written transcript.

Lucas wasted no time in getting straight to the point. “Miss Corinne, you said that you’ll only confess to your crimes if there’s circumstantial evidence of you meeting up with the perpetrator. Well, you’re looking at the circumstantial evidence right now.”

Corinne covered her mouth to yawn. “I’m sorry, but I’m looking for real evidence, not fake evidence.”

Lucas‘ expression remained relaxed. “You can rest assured that I won’t be confronting you without solid proof.”

Corinne lazily leaned back against the bedrest. “Mister Lucas, pray tell, how are you going to prove that I’ve met up with the perpetrator before?”