Chapter 1587: It Is Getting Late

“What’s wrong? Are you afraid she’ll look for you?” Shawn asked, noticing her expression.

Panic flickered across Frieda’s face. “No way. I’m just worried.”

Shawn chuckled. “Worried about what?”

Frieda glanced around guiltily. “The police are closely monitoring every road leading to the Farwell residence. She’ll definitely get caught if she returns. I think… it’s best if she doesn’t.”

Shawn snorted coldly. “That’s not an option. I only sent her abroad for the day of her return.” Aubree’s grudge against Roxanne ran deep; her return would be invaluable to him, including dealing with the woman before him.

He softened his tone. “Aubree’s wanted by the police, yet you risked coming here with her. Your relationship is… remarkable. I can’t help but wonder if she has some leverage over you.”

His words struck a chord. Frieda’s heart clenched; she gripped her skirt and forced a smile. “Don’t jump to conclusions. Aubree and I have always been close.”

Shawn simply stared, studying her expression. Moments later, a mysterious smile played on his lips, as if he’d confirmed something. “That was rather abrupt of me. I just find your relationship with her… improbable.”

He rose nonchalantly, walked to the wine cabinet, and returned with a bottle and two glasses. His actions filled Frieda with unease.

After pouring two glasses, he pushed one toward Frieda. “I’m not used to having coffee with pretty girls. Let’s have some wine instead.” He offered an ambiguous smile.

Frieda frowned, refusing the drink. “I can’t drink. I drove.”

Shawn spread his hands in mock disappointment. “What a pity. Looks like I’ll be drinking alone, then.”

Feeling uneasy, Frieda picked up her bag. “It’s getting late. I’ll be going.”

Before she could rise, Shawn called out, “Are you here solely to ask about Aubree? If so, you can’t blame me for suspecting your relationship.”

Hearing this, Frieda had no choice but to sit back down.

“Nonetheless,” Shawn continued, his bright eyes crinkling at the corners, “I’m more than willing to be used by a pretty woman.” He’d used that line many times; even Frieda found herself momentarily mesmerized.

“I don’t understand why a sensible woman like you would befriend someone like Aubree,” he commented.

Frieda lowered her guard. “I didn’t know she was that kind of person, either. It was too late when I found out.”

Shawn caught the key phrase. “Too late for what?”

Snapping to attention, Frieda forced calm. “I was already her close friend when I discovered it; I can’t just abandon her.”

Shawn nodded thoughtfully, letting the matter drop. They made small talk, mostly initiated by Shawn. He avoided mentioning Aubree, allowing Frieda to relax.