Chapter 62

The moment Trevon appeared, the other men were instantly eclipsed. Their gazes fixated on him until he reached Selina. He produced a handkerchief, gently took her hand, and meticulously wiped each fingertip, leaving no speck of dust or blood untouched. His obsessive attention to cleanliness satisfied; he nodded, his deep voice magnetic. "Did you have fun tonight?"

Selina's belated response was, "Why are you here?"

Trevon replied, "You sent me the dinner location. My friend wanted to eat here; he insisted I treat him. I know you like to exercise after meals—it aids digestion. Feel free to play; I'll handle everything afterward."

His voice held an indulgent undertone, silently proclaiming, My woman can rage, she can throw things, it doesn't matter. As long as I'm here, everything is fine. Selina needed only to bask in the peaceful, secure paradise Trevon had created.

If someone familiar with Trevon witnessed this gentle demeanor and heard his words, their eyes would surely bulge in shock. Even Charley felt this way. Though he knew Selina held a special place in Trevon's life, these actions transcended "contractual marriage" or mere "interest." Charley mused, Bro, are you really falling for her? I'd be recording this, but the distance is too great... the voice wouldn't record. Otherwise, I could blackmail Edwin handsomely.

Lydia was speechless. Why isn't anyone wiping my fingertips and saying such things? Am I supposed to watch someone else's love fest? Should I leave?

"Selina! Lydia!" Thomas and Luke rushed over. "Oh my God… we heard a fight. We didn't expect you to be involved… Are you alright?" one asked.

Earlier, Elaine's happiness had led to excessive drinking, and she'd insisted Thomas and Luke join her. The Shaw brothers, refreshingly sober members of their underground rock band, possessed low alcohol tolerance. Now, both reeked of alcohol, faces flushed and steps unsteady, a stark contrast to their already inebriated agent, Elaine, who slumbered soundly on the sofa.

Sobriety dawning, they realized Selina and Lydia's prolonged absence. Hearing a commotion, they rushed over, dizzy but relieved to find both women unharmed.

"Alright, do I look like I have problems? Let's go!" Lydia rolled her eyes, pulling the brothers away.

"But… what about Selina?" one brother asked.

"Her man's here. She's fine. Do you want to be third wheels? Respect the feelings of the single," Lydia retorted.

Thomas then noticed Trevon standing before Selina. Silence fell. Their mere presence commanded attention. Trevon's gaze softened, unbeknownst to him, his usually stern features radiating gentleness. The intense chemistry between them was undeniable, a space others dared not invade.

Thomas lowered her eyes, a bitter feeling rising. What is this strange feeling? she wondered.

Charley, meanwhile, acted as a devoted fan, snapping photos frantically from the shadows and emitting lewd chuckles as he shared them with Edwin. He dared not send them to their group chat; Trevon would kill him.

Edwin: [Holy crap! Where are you guys? I'm coming over now.]

Even the usually calm Edwin was agitated.

Charley: [Haha, too late! Want to know what Trevon asked me for today and what happened? You'll have to bribe me well, Edwin, haha...]

A girl, who'd been hiding, emerged, asking Selina, "Are you… are you okay?" Her gaze, however, was drawn to Trevon, his aura as dazzling as a star. It wasn't staring; Selina and Trevon were simply breathtaking, leaving no room for intrusion.

"I'm okay. You were very brave, thank you," Selina replied.

"Thank me for what… If it weren't for you, I might have been… Waah… Waah…" The girl wept. The lingering fear was palpable.

"Thank you for not leaving, for caring, and for calling the police. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the time," Selina reassured, patting her head. Self-preservation was important, but staying in crucial moments was commendable.

The girl tearfully thanked her repeatedly. The police, delayed by traffic, finally arrived and made arrests. Statements and evidence gathering at the station followed.

Seeing the girl's distress, Selina worried. Trevon whispered, "I'll handle it."

Surprised, Selina watched him speak to the police captain, who nodded and took the suspects away.

"Don't we need to make statements?" Selina asked.

"I've arranged a lawyer. Honey, I have a law degree and a master's from Yondora. I know how to avoid the hassle. You just look cool; I'll handle the rest," Trevon replied.