"I don't remember." Jensen Charm said angrily, "It was very dark at that time. Who could see clearly in that darkness? What could I do if I have really slept with someone?"
Grace Smith's face turned pale, her usually blushing cheeks instantly faded.
They spoke of the same place, with the same story and a person with the same characteristics. The uncertainty was swallowing her, there was too much fear surging in her heart.
She didn't dare to think about it anymore.
She was afraid that it would become a nightmare.
She did not make a sound, but she could no longer remain calm.
"Grace?" Jensen frowned when he saw that she didn't say anything. He immediately widened his eyes in shock. "Hey, hey, we haven't done anything in the past, have we?"
Grace was still immersed in the shock. She was completely absent-minded.
She did not answer.
Jensen was stunned and he jammed his foot on the car brakes again.
Grace was almost ejected out of her seat again. When she came to her senses, she turned to look at Jensen and said in a much louder voice, "Officer Charm, why did you stop again?" "You, you, you—" Jensen pointed at her with his eyes wide open. He was staring at her as if he wanted to see through her soul and find out if Grace had slept with him.
"Don't look at me like that. I have nothing to do with you, Officer Charm," Grace said in a low voice quickly, "So Officer Charm, don't think about it anymore, don't joke about it."
"Uh, really?" Jensen was dumbfounded and he stared back at her. He paused for a while and said, "But, why do you look so familiar? I have always felt that I've seen you somewhere before."
All of a sudden, Grace's heart was in her throat again.
"You... Have you ever been to the holiday resort on the mountains in Northen City?" Jensen asked again.
Grace's heart jolted. "I've been there, but I'm sure I don't know you," She replied.
His words and his gaze, were contorting her reality. It have her an ominous feeling.
Even she was now frightened by what the the result would be.
"You... Don't tell me you're with someone-"
"No." Grace interrupted him in a cold voice, "I'm not you. I have a sense of morality."
"No, in fact, I only did it once," Jensen defended himself and sat up straight while touching his face with both hands. "I didn't know who I slept with that one night, so I'm afraid that I actually owe her soemthing."
"Drive," Grace said in a low voice, "I'm going to be late."
"It's really not you?" Jensen asked again.
"Of course," Grace reassured him coldly.
Jensen started the car again and drove quickly toward the newspaper office.
In their remaining time together, both Jensen and Grace fell into awkwardness and did not speak.
The atmosphere was very quiet and uneasy.
When they arrived at the newspaper office, Grace said to Jensen in a mechanical tone, as if she were reading from a script, "Officer Charm, thank you for sending me here. I'll update before we publish of the missing person notices."
"OK." Jensen nodded and took a deep look at her.
However, Grace lowered her eyes and did not look at him. She quickly turned around and entered the newspaper office.
Looking at her back, Jensen's eyes were full of surprise.
He took out his phone and made a call. "Please help me to check the rental records for the campsite on the mountain holiday resort from six years ago. Find out if there is anyone names 'Grace Smith' who had rented a tent."
After hanging up the phone, he was stunned for a while, then he drove away.
Grace reported her new case to Hermione Lowe in the newspaper office, then she left and went straight to Jones Estate.
Jensen had left the office.
She took a bus to Jones Estate, feeling a sense of inexplicable bitterness in her heart during the ride
Why did Jensen seem more and more likely to be Little Gary's father?
Undeniably, Little Gary looked very much like Heinz Jones.
At Jones Estate.
This time, bringing the access tag along, Grace was allowed to enter.
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