"Your husband had just been seriously injured last night, but you're rushing to send him to be investigated! What if they find some dirt on me? I might not be able to come home," Jefferson suddenly cried out as he came back to his senses.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I believe that you didn't kill anyone and that you can come home safely. But..." Adrienne's face was full of worry. "Who told you to get yourself involved in a homicide? Plus, all the evidence points toward you."
"All the evidence points toward me?" Jefferson rubbed her head, "Little idiot, since we have time now, fill me in on what's going on."
"I am the forensic examiner of this case, and you are the prime suspect. I can't tell you anything, and it won't be good for either of us." Although Adrienne believed in his innocence, there was no evidence to prove it. They still needed Quill to investigate further to clear his name. So before Quill found a way to do that, she could not reveal too much information to Jefferson. It was a matter of principle.
"You!" Jefferson poked Adrienne's forehead again and sighed, "You are a forensic examiner who speaks for the victim. You really should be careful. You can't give an exception to anyone. Keep up the good work in the future."
Adrienne gave him a blank look and asked, "Are you praising me or insulting me?"
"Can't you tell that I'm praising you?" asked Jefferson with a smile.
"No, I really can't tell." Adrienne glanced down at his leg. She couldn't see anything since he was wearing pajama pants. Thus, she asked, "Your leg is hurt. Is it okay for you to stand?"
"If it's not, would you carry me to the Paramount Criminal Police Team?" Jefferson retorted.
Adrienne was rendered speechless. "Alright, stop talking nonsense. Hurry and pack up. If you feel any pain, let me know as soon as possible. Rest if you need to. Your health comes first."
"Finally, some kind words out of you." After saying that, Jefferson disappeared into the changing room. Adrienne went into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Fortunately, her skin was great and she always had glasses on. She only had to put on some basic skincare and she was ready to
go. Not doing her makeup saved a lot of time. When she came out of the bathroom, Jefferson had already finished changing.
Typically, Jefferson always dressed quite casually. However, he had put on a suit that he hadn't worn in a while. Adrienne was stunned by how dashing he looked. He cleaned up quite well indeed.
With a slight cough, Jefferson brought Adrienne out of her trance and reminded her, "Little idiot, don't stare at me as if I'm going to eat you up. Or else, I'll really do it."
"Why are you dressed so formally? Are you going to get married?"
"What do you know?" Jefferson circled proudly in front of Adrienne, saying, "Although we are being called to the station for a homicide investigation, I still have to keep up my reputation."
"All you care about is your reputation," Adrienne mumbled as she walked back to the dressing table. She squeezed some moisturizer into her palm and then turned around to slap it onto Jefferson's face. She rubbed it in and commented, "Your skin is a little dry."
Jefferson thought that this girl was getting more and more considerate. She even knew how to help him moisturize his dry skin. How
lovely. He came closer to her and teased her, "Do you think I should put on some makeup too?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Let's go."
At 5 p.m., Adrienne drove Jefferson and reached the Paramount Criminal Police Team right on time.
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