MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Silence pressed down on the room like a heavy blanket. The slow hum of the AC was the only available sound. No one moved. No one spoke. Just eyes darting at each other.My mind kept drifting back to the clear ziplock bag lying on the center table earlier, the knife inside it stained dark red. The same knife I had seen in the bedroom. The same one that lay in the pool of blood two days back.I swallowed hard. My mind refused to make sense of it. That knife had been in Victoria’s bedroom. I had seen it there with my own eyes. I could still picture the exact spot where it rested against the floor.Yet the officers had walked out of the study with it. Of all places in this house, it was found in the study. A place that only two people had keys to. Victoria and Me.My fingers trembled slightly, and I rubbed both palms down my face, dragging them slowly over my cheeks as I sat stiffly on the couch. We awaited the arrival of the officer who had taken the knife for testing.Across from me, Al

I sat across from Sara at the square table that served as a dining table at the foot of the wooden stairs. I hadn't realized how long I was lost in thought, eyes fixed on nothing in particular.The fork in my hand dug casually into the food before me, cold against my skin. The soft clatter against the plate reached my ears, but it sounded like the clinking of handcuffs dangling loosely from my hand a few hours back.Everything replayed in my mind. Mr. Richard's eyes were filled with shock, the way they darted wide, with the film in his hand. The way his eyes softened when they finally reached me. Suddenly he wanted to talk. He wanted to hear me out after Maria was pulled away. Maria stood there, shivering as the handcuffs were unbuckled from my hand and slung over hers. Tears left her eyes at once. Then an ugly laugh followed. Her voice still echoed in my head, loud and clear.“Ms. Maria Calcabrina, you're under arrest, for conspiracy, murder, and disappearance of Ms. Victoria Lang

My fingers bobbed. I felt a layer of skin beneath my hand. I tilted my neck slowly, gently pulling my eyelids that suddenly felt as heavy as lead. His messy hair reached my eyes first. I gulped.My mind had grown foggy, trying to remember what had happened last, and where I was before now. Then he sat up, face dull, eyes wide. A flicker sat in his eyes, as his lips parted slightly.My chest thumped hard against my ribs. Alex was here? Why was he sitting on a stool close to me in such a manner? “Hey, you're awake….” His blue eyes sank into my face. “You really scared me back there.” What?! What did he mean by that? What was he talking about? Then I shut my eyes tight, trying to recall what happened. My head throbbed so hard that I groaned low, and his palm flew to my forehead at once. Then he reached for my neck, bending halfway over me, the back of his palm warm against my skin, like he was checking out my temperature. Every move of his hand awakened a part of me I never knew exist

The old man pulled me into the centre of the large room. His smile warm enough. His eyes danced alongside his widened lips.The new staff lined up even before I set foot into the living room—two security personnel to watch over the house and take a record of everything henceforth. Then the lady chef, who had introduced herself as Isabel, and a younger-looking lady, somewhere in her early twenties, as the janitor, her voice rattled on as she introduced herself as Mary. I managed a smile as Mr. Richard instructed them.“This is my daughter, Samantha,” he said lowly but firmly. My throat gulped at the sound of that. This whole new beginning with him still felt awkward. “I want you to make this a home for her while her sister, Victoria, is still out there.” Daughter? He had addressed me as his daughter. A Knot tightened in my chest. I could only imagine what this man was going through with everything that had happened. Seeing him keep up hope was breaking me. First it was his Elma, and

I flung my phone hard against the desk fearing it might have broken. I've called her endlessly. She hadn't taken any of them.I sat there in my office, thoughts wild, heart thumping. I had lost track of time. The sketchboard stood before me.Lines stood on the board, leading to nowhere. I hadn't been able to complete a single task without stopping to think about what she could be doing at each point. Why the heck was she avoiding my calls? I had gone to see her the other day in the guise of bringing in some good news. There is no more good news left to be hawked. The major suspect had been captured. I bit slowly on my lower lip.Marcus might be right. When I interviewed him earlier today, he had looked straight into my eyes and spat out words like he was too sure of what he was saying.“What's that in your eyes, Bro?” He smirked. “Why do your eyes flicker each time I mention Samantha?” His ugly laughter followed next, tilting his head a little, the nape of his neck resting on the cha