Chapter 37: It Doesn’t Have A Deadline
When Tristan left the building, the sky was quite bright. Some parents were taking their kids to school. He passed a flowerbed and saw some roses in full blossoms, like the faces of youthful ladies. His eyes could not help staying there for a few seconds.
The car was still there. Ed came out to open the door for him and said with his attentive smile, “Morning, boss.”
Tristan made a hum as a reply and got into the car.
Ed gave a secret glance at the rearview mirror and chuckled, “Boss, was it good? Feel like rain after a long drought?”
Tristan stretched his wrinkled shirt and seemed not to hear his words. After a while, he said suddenly. “She is used to speculating on others’ ill will.”
Ed paused to ponder and soon added, “It was not a smart scheme. One could easily see, though as if chained to another person.”
Ed pursed his lips. “Who cares! As long as it worked. Even if she knew about it, she could do nothing about it.”
Tristan didn’t agree with him. “If I do it now, she probably won’t get over it in her whole life, with her disposition.”
Her whole life! Ed was taken aback at the word, and he jerked and almost hit an old man carrying his breakfast in his hand.
Tristan frowned. “Watch out!”
“Heck! Boss, you didn’t do it last night?” Ed was suspicious.
“Do I need to report to you on the details?” Tristan lifted the corners of his eyebrows.
“No, no.” Ed scratched his messy hair with one hand and chuckled, “It doesn’t have a deadline, does it? Anyway, a night is enough for getting to know each other better. Haha.”
Tristan didn’t reply to these words. He looked out of the window, thinking, “Too obvious of a weakness, so easy to be taken advantage of.”
He didn’t intend to do it, but he did it anyway.
It was all because of that accidental discovery. But that worked for her. Besides, it was a fundamental issue. She didn’t cry her heart out like the last time he saw her in the hospital. Not even a drop this time. But her numb and desperate look was concerning. That was why he stayed overnight.
Ed, who was in the front seat, was recalling another thing. One night, two months ago, he was called to the downstairs of his boss’ apartment building. Cherry’s classmate was in tears, and after she got in the car, she stammered and asked, “Your boss cannot do it?”
He gave her a slap on the face and said, “You say it again?”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
The girl was dumbfounded. He ground his teeth and said, “You don’t deserve him.” And he threw a stack of money at her, pointed at her nose, and threatened her. “Remember, if you say a word about this, I will kill all of your family.”
The next day he exchanged what had happened with Chapman. Chapman nodded and said, “That is right.”
Ed didn’t know what was right. “I cannot figure this out. What does he see in her? She isn’t qualified to wash Jessie’s feet.”
Chapman gave him a profound glance. “Of course, she is not qualified, but she has her advantage. First of all, it is less risky and of low cost. Besides, who could tell what is right or wrong in sex? If it feels good, it is good.”
“Well,” Tristan thought suddenly, “You check it out. The policeman she knew, who is he? How long have they knew each other and what relations are they in?”
Ed agreed immediately, but the scene at the bar occurred to him. Was it that policeman? If yes, then they have known each other for quite a long time. Hell, he wasn’t careful enough as is.
“Any problem?” Tristan detected the change in his expression.
“No. I will check on it.”
After some silence, he asked again, “You haven’t used it for a long time?”
“Uh, for some time.” Ed panicked. He expected a lambasting, but Tristan just said quietly, “Women and children can be careless, but men cannot. Never can.”
There was a deep silence in the car. After some time, the phone rang, and Tristan answered, “Yes,…Mr. Harderson is in town? OK, I got it. Thank you.”