Chapter 3

I was dumbstruck. Megan wasn't here for a romantic rendezvous; she just wanted me to unclog her drain.

Even though I was disappointed, I still followed her home. It was the first time I had been able to take a look around her place.

Her room was neat and decorated like a princess's bedroom. There was just an indescribable scent in the air.

The heady fragrance of roses was laced with a burnt smell and the metallic tang of blood. It was so subtle that one wouldn't notice it unless they paid close attention.

While I was still lost in doubt, she had already led me to the bathroom. My brows knitted when I saw the toilet filled with ashes.

After a moment of hesitation, she explained, "My parents passed away when I was young. When they were alive, all they ever wanted was for me to find a reliable man. I thought I could entrust myself to Vincent, but he turned out to be a heartless cheater who was seeing a rich woman behind my back. I had no choice but to tell my parents to look for someone else for me..."

Where I came from, we would inform our deceased loved ones before getting married. So, I could understand her actions.

After cursing myself internally for being such an idiot, I got to work.

When Megan handed me a pair of gloves, she rose onto her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my lips. "Here's your reward."

Her sweet voice stirred the desire I'd been suppressing all over again. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her fervently.

I didn't let her go until she was struggling to catch her breath.

Megan coyly swatted my chest. "Stop it... We'll have plenty of time later."

I took her hand and brought it to the tip of my nose, breathing in her scent. "Fair enough. Wait for me outside. I'll take you out on a date tomorrow."

"Deal."

I cleaned the toilet with renewed energy. The more I cleaned, the more sorry I felt for Megan.

Who in their right mind would light candles for their parents and flush them down the toilet? It was apparent that her parents had passed away when she was young, and she'd never had anyone around to teach her these things.

Megan had likely assumed that as long as the candle had melted away, her message was delivered; she must've been completely unaware of how disrespectful this was.

I shook my head in resignation. I would teach her these things slowly in the future.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. After Megan answered it with a sweet smile, the room fell silent.

Puzzled, I poked my head out and realized the cops were here. Megan, on the other hand, had teared up.

I hurried over and pulled her into my arms, looking at the police officer in confusion. "Officer, what brings you here at this hour?"

"Good evening. Vincent Hawke's dead. We're here to ask you a few questions and inform you of what happened."

A jolt ran through my mind, and I blurted out, "How is that possible? He was perfectly fine last night!"

"Did you see him last night?" The officer eyed me wearily.

I hurriedly shook my head. "I didn't see him. I heard him arguing with Megan. He wanted to break up, and after I heard Megan curse at him, he slammed the door and left, and he never came back. How did he die? Why do you need to ask us about it?"

After taking down Megan's statement, the officer turned to me. "He died in a car accident."

Thus, I learned that after Vincent left last night, he had gotten into an accident on the highway.

His phone and wallet had been hurled out of his vehicle, while he had been trapped inside and burned to a cinder. It was a gruesome scene, and the cops were going through the necessary procedures and offering their condolences to his loved ones.

Megan bawled her eyes out. After the cops left, I reached out to comfort her, but I was at a loss for words.

Before I could utter a word, she wiped away her tears. "I can't believe a living, breathing person is gone just like that, Carl. Don't leave me all alone tonight. I'm scared."