Chapter 48: A Pat on the Head

Outside the police station, Cedric drove the car. The man sitting inside had striking eyebrows and eyes, and his deep, three-dimensional facial contours were remarkable. The car window was open, one of his hands resting outside, the beaded bracelet on his wrist extremely eye-catching. Like a lion at rest, every movement exuded noble dominance.

Calvin saw her emerge. The bloodthirsty malice in his eyes lessened considerably; his gaze was deep, his voice hoarse yet enticing: "You're out?"

"Hmm." Myrna opened the car door, placed her bag inside, then got in herself, saying, "Ran into Chief O'Brien from the police station, had a few words; it delayed me a bit."

"Oh." Calvin didn't seem surprised. Seeing her in the car, he rolled up the window and instructed Cedric, "Back to Blake's villa."

"Yes, Mr. Larson."

The car slowly started. All the way, Cedric secretly observed the backseat through the rearview mirror. The more he looked at Myrna's fair and delicate profile, the more startled he became.

Mr. Larson actually went to eat at a roadside stall with the newly found daughter of the Payne family! Still fighting with people on the street!

What was this supposed to be? Had Mr. Larson, who had been at peace with the world for so long, suddenly returned to his rebellious eighteen-year-old phase? His gaze was too blatant. Although Myrna looked out the window the entire time, she knew Cedric had been sneaking glances at her.

Finally, the car arrived at the villa. Calvin got out first, opening the door for Myrna.

"Wait a moment." He suddenly closed in, pinning Myrna against the car. His tall figure loomed over her, casting a shadow. Myrna was suddenly cornered, her breath hitched, and she subconsciously lifted her head. Her bright eyes were dark and shiny, her brows furrowed.

Calvin seemed to have checked her for injuries. One hand rested on her head, gently, a bit warm, very tender. "It's good that you're not hurt! You have class tomorrow; go to bed early."

At such close distance, his breath seemed to brush her neck as he spoke, his voice deep and mellow. Myrna's heart inexplicably skipped a beat. She instinctively shrank back, her body stiff and unnatural: "Uh, um, okay!"

Calvin saw her, resembling a little hedgehog with its spines raised, and chuckled lightly. He stepped aside, making way for her. Myrna immediately grabbed her bag, fleeing as if to say, "You should rest early too. I'm going upstairs first!"

After speaking, she hurried off. Cedric watched Mr. Larson flirt with a girl throughout the process, almost gouging his own eyes out. Oh my, his eyes, like a single dog's, were about to be blinded by the dazzle! No wonder Mr. Payne and others used to say that Mr. Larson simply didn't like to have fun. If he did, there wouldn't be a girl in Nemmington that Mr. Larson couldn't charm.

Just now, the indulgent and caring look in Mr. Larson's eyes was so intense that it made him, a grown man, stiffen up. Was Mr. Payne's sister a bit too young for her age? Although Mr. Larson was not old, Ms. Stark was still in high school. Moreover, compared to the heiress of the Payne family who was only found in a humble household, Ms. Payne was clearly superior and more suitable for Mr. Larson…

Cedric stared at Calvin with an extremely complex expression on his face, almost twisted into a knot. Yet Calvin seemed to be in a good mood, the laughter clearly visible beneath his drooping eyelids. He wiped his face, forcibly swallowing the words he had wanted to say.

Chapter 49: A Pat on the Head

Taking advantage of Myrna's absence, I quickly said to him, "Mr. Larson, Mr. Gaven heard about your visit to the police station and he wants you to call him back."

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