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Chapter 387

Chapter 387:

Once they left the house, Lean’s voice faded and the room was finally silent.

I stood for a few moments before grabbing a broom to clean up the shards of glass on the floor.

“Was that you?” I asked, looking at Derek sitting on the couch.

Calmly, he looked back at me. “No.”

“Then why did you go there in the wee hours of the morning?” Derek fiddled with the lighter in his hand for a few seconds before finally speaking to me.

“Trust me, it wasn’t me.”

“Okay. I believe you,” I said, nodding.

I believed Derek when he told Lean that he wasn’t going to take the blame for anyone. I just wanted to ask him again, because I wanted to hear it from his lips.

By now, our breakfast had gotten cold, so Derek decided to heat it up in the microwave. Once it was ready, we ate breakfast as if nothing had happened.

After breakfast, Derek went outside. As I was doing the dishes, I suddenly remembered the conversation between Belinda and Lean at the hospital the other day.

Belinda and Gifford had always detested the existence of the tomb that Alvaro built. Presumably they wished more than anyone that the tomb had been destroyed. But now that the tomb had been destroyed, all the evidence present pointed to Derek.

It made me wonder how this could be so. My gut instinct told me that there was someone else behind this, but I couldn’t understand it.

Gifford did this and now he was letting Derek take the blame? But that was impossible. Even if he didn’t like Derek very much, Derek was still his son. He wasn’t going to let his son take the blame, was he?

So much had happened in the last few days. Shane’s revenge, Layne’s departure with Louise, and the destruction of the tomb that Alvaro built. Somehow, they were all piling up together.

These days, I couldn’t have a second to relax, as I always feared something bad might happen again. As usual, I hailed a cab to Lavinia’s beauty salon.

Today was supposed to be a practical class, but I was not myself. I made a lot of mistakes and was sometimes absent-minded.

“Eveline, you don’t look well, what’s wrong, is something bothering you?” asked Lavinia with concern.

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I shook my head, intending to apologize. “I’m very sorry for my lack of concentration, Mrs. Mayer. I haven’t slept well for the past two days.”

“In that case, go home and get some rest. Health is the most important thing,” Lavinia replied thoughtfully.

I was feeling sick, so I took her advice and took a cab home. On the way home, my mind was in chaos. I couldn’t help thinking about Shane. We were living out in the open, while he was in the shadows. As long as he was still alive, he would replace another opportunity to strike.

I had been keeping an eye on the official police website all this time, waiting for any news about Louise and Layne. But I was also scared to know what kind of news I might receive from the police about them.

Besides, Alvaro told me that he was leaving Sousen. If he found out that the grave had been blown up, he would certainly come back. I wondered how he would react.

Would he believe Lean and blame Derek too?

When Derek came home in the evening, I had already prepared dinner. So we sat down at the dining room table to eat.

After just one bite, he stopped looking at me. The way he was looking at me was strange, so I asked, “Is something wrong?”

He cleared his throat and put down his fork.

“I want to eat noodles tonight. I’ll go ahead and cook them for us.” He got up and headed for the kitchen.

Surprised, I stared at him as he walked away, then looked at the dishes on the table. I tasted a bit, only to realize that the food was so salty that I spit it out immediately.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Derek putting noodles into the boiling water.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, sounding embarrassed.

Derek turned around and smiled at me. “Even a sniper can’t guarantee he’ll never miss. Naturally, a chef can make mistakes too.”

Once the noodles were ready, he set a bowl of noodles in front of me. It was steaming and there was a fried egg on top.

“Honey, I cooked this for you. You should at least give me the satisfaction of tasting it.” Thanks to the warmth of this bowl of noodles, I temporarily forgot everything that had been bothering me these past few days.

And to be honest, I loved simple moments like this. I had never dreamed of an epic life. All I wanted was for Derek and I to live a quiet life for the rest of our lives.

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