Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Your Dad Doesn’t Want You
At this moment, just like at that moment...
Stop thinking. Now is not the time to daydream. Quickly throw out the abstract knowledge you have seen in the library!
I grabbed Officer Horry by the collar, showing the helpless fury and a hint of panic I felt at my friend's impending doom. "Horry, Levine is an upright judge! Why hurt him? Why him?"
I pulled Horry by the collar, and his cheek was too close to mine.
I even smelled a faint hint of leather and dampness. He'd probably forgotten to replace the suppressant patch again, and looking down I could see the side of his neck was slightly red.
He smiled innocently, "Not 'definitely', but 'just happened'."
My fingers tightened a little, and the tightened collar left some red marks on his neck.
Horry continued, "He just happened to be Onsa's brother, and Onsa happened to be the leader of the rebels, and he happened to be a judge, that's all. If anyone else 'just happened' to be someone else, it would be someone else. It's just a pity that there's no one else here, only Scott."
Scott was just unlucky to have three consecutive "coincidences", so he could only accept the defeat and let others plot against him.
Looking back now, what Horry said to Levin this afternoon can actually be seen as a reminder from Horry to Levin as a friend.
I laughed inwardly.
Levin, you should be more sensitive. Look at the situation. If you're not careful, your entire Scott family will be finished.
...Wait a minute! Scott's done, what do I do now?
I haven't forgotten that I'm the common lover of both Scotts. If they die, how am I going to warm myself in their wallets when winter comes? I can't just dig out their skeletons and use them for a fire, can I?
Thinking about my miserable life of begging in Uptown after Scott's downfall, I immediately disliked Horry in front of me.
What's wrong with this person? Stealing someone's money is no less than killing their parents. He really lacks virtue!
I should think of how to contact Kirsty.
As for why I didn't contact him after all these days in Shangxing City, it's because I can't think of anything like it, hahaha. Having food, shelter, and money to spend is such a great life, I got carried away for a while. My main job is a gigolo.
It turns out that life is too good. I forgot that I am a manual laborer, not a mental laborer.
Okay, okay, stop letting your thoughts wander and focus on the current situation.
"Is there... no one else?" My voice was hoarse and dry.
The blond-haired, blue-eyed alpha officer smiled brightly upon hearing this, and raised his right hand to touch the back of his neck as usual.
The slightly cool leather gloves made him feel a little more comfortable, but he soon caught the heat.
He said with false regret, "No."
I immediately let go of his collar in frustration and sat back in the passenger seat. "...Rebellion is a capital crime. Not only Levin, but Olvera will also die. They are my friends in the slums. If it weren't for their help, I wouldn't be alive today."
Horry let out a hot humming sound from his nose, as if mocking me.
He crossed his legs, and after warming up his right hand, he switched to his left hand.
His free right hand rummaged down, pulled out a file bag and threw it to me.
I grabbed the document bag. "What's that?"
"Open it and see for yourself." The redness on Horry's neck began to spread and showed a tendency to extend to his cheeks.
It was obvious that he was very uncomfortable and was trying hard to control his susceptible period with the so-called "alpha rationality".
Yo yo yo~ rational alpha~ so all twelve jurors in the trial were alpha~
No, I can't hold it in anymore. I'm afraid my hateful face will be exposed. I have to find something else to divert my attention.
So I opened the file bag and took out the paper document, and saw the text and photos on it.
After reading it briefly, I was shocked, “Why is it this kind of thing!”
"No reason. You must memorize all the information in it by heart today." Horry turned around and began to fumble for the suppression patch in his pocket.
But if he could remember the location of the inhibitory patch, he would not forget to replace it. He fumbled in several pockets but couldn't find it. Then he finally remembered that he would change clothes when he washed and went to get off work.
I stared intently at the documents in my hands, pretending not to know what he was doing. "I'm not good at lying, and this is perjury. I can't do it."
Horry said nothing, but kept his hands on the steering wheel.
The police car was not turned off, but was parked in the parking lot. In addition, it was close to midnight and the rain was pouring, so no one around except the night shift staff would notice that there was a police car parked here.
Ouch, you can’t resist it because you’ve tasted the sweetness?
I glanced at the alpha beside me, watching the rich red color gradually erode his skin like it was his sanity, even staining the corners of his eyes.
The inhibitory patch on the back of the neck is of little use and has no inhibitory effect at all. Instead, it stimulates the senses when the alpha rubs the back of the neck in irritation, making the situation worse.
It's so funny. Seeing him like this makes me feel too tired to recite my lessons.
I'll count to see how many seconds he can endure.
One second.
I took all the paper documents out of the file bag, looking distressed. "Officer Horry, is there really no other way?"
Two seconds.
Horry's breathing grew heavier and longer. I, clumsily turning the pages with my handcuffed hands, compromisingly began to recite the text word for word.
Three seconds.
I turned to look at him and said, "Can you remove the handcuffs? I'm having trouble... Horry, what's wrong with you?"
I hurried forward and said, "You forgot to replace the inhibitor patch again? What should I do? I'll go out and buy you one now!"
Horry glanced at me, and the curve of his eyes was a little strange.
I frantically searched for the key to unlock the handcuffs. "Let me unlock the handcuffs first, otherwise it will be inconvenient."
I didn't have much patience, so I just searched for it a few times and then I undid the handcuffs myself with my nimble hands.
Horry's expression was blank for a moment, while I looked honest and shy. "The skills I learned from others in the slums are very useful."
Before he could respond, I held his shoulders with a worried look on my face and gently pressed his body against the car door, "Just stay in the car. I'll go buy some suppressants."
"By the way, do you know where I can buy suppressants around here? How much are they?"
I was short of money. “I left in a hurry and didn’t bring my wallet.”
It’s not true. Actually, I took almost all the cash from Levin’s office and put it in a small corner where no one knew about it, waiting for Ali to help me take it away.
I hope she didn't take the hundred bucks.
Horry still maintained that annoying smile, and the familiar excitement gradually appeared in his green eyes.
As time went by, this glance seemed to turn into something substantial.
It was pitch black outside the car and the rain was pouring down.
The temperature and humidity inside the car were rising, and the only headlight above continued to cast light downwards.
I didn't wait for his answer, so I approached him without any defensive intentions, put the back of my hand against his forehead, and said, "Hori? You look miserable. How can I help you?"
The world was spinning.
When I regained my clarity, Horry was already on top of me.
But I didn't let him succeed and successfully handcuffed his hands to the seat.
Thanks to the standard-issue police car, I was able to easily find where to detain him.
"Is this what you learned in the slums?" Horry tried to move his arms.
Unfortunately, the angle I was looking for was tricky, and no matter how he turned his arm, he couldn't save it.
I supported my upper body and sat up, leaning against the car door.
Because of the change in posture, he sat on my thighs. His overly slender body made his head hit the roof of the car, so he had to lower his head in a funny and awkward way and put his forehead against mine.
During this short period of time, the temperature and humidity inside the car have reached their peak.
I turned my face away, feeling slightly uncomfortable and embarrassed. "Yeah, sorry, I just subconsciously... Most people in the slums have bad personalities, so I had to learn some self-defense techniques."
"Ha!" He let out a short laugh, his tongue sliding across the corner of my eye.
What happens next is not my fault.
This is what an alpha in their susceptible phase is like: they're impatient to do anything, rushing in and then frantically retreating when things don't go as expected. Once they realize there's no way back and it's already happened, they can only curse and revel.
When the experienced handcraft novice came online, it indeed made the blond alpha's eyes widen in shock.
"I, I see other people are like this." I opened my mouth and threw the blame accurately on Angsa's head.
I'm not wrong, that's it. Although I've read more third-rate novels than ore in the no-man's land, this is only part of my rich life experience. How to operate specifically, I have my own rhythm.
As I was thinking about it, my nails "accidentally" scratched him again, making him laugh briefly again.
He was breathing heavily, and the car lights flickered as he moved up and down, until they all went out.
The humid, scalding heat sprayed over my ears, and I said hypocritically, "I'd better put on some gloves."
He didn't answer, but his movements became heavier, pressing down on my thigh and causing it to hurt.
The environment was too dark. After the car lights disappeared, only the rain outside the car continued to hit the windows.
When the car lights came on again, the blond alpha had already undone the handcuffs and was blowing mist onto the glass window.
"You okay, Horry?" I asked him. "Are you still feeling down?"
When he didn't answer, I called him again, but with a more intimate name, "Bunlinton?"
The next second, a glowing white hand was pressed on my face.
The well-evaporated perfume scent penetrated my nostrils, adding another smell than before, which smelled similar to the rain outside the window.
"Bai Wuyong, keep reciting." he said.
I dodged his hand, picked up the black leather gloves that had fallen under the seat and put them on him, then retreated back to the passenger seat and started memorizing the information.
I'm just throwing a tantrum. Every alpha that's been fired is like this. As a gentleman, I'm very tolerant.
It was five o'clock in the morning and I was dizzy and sleepy, but I couldn't fall asleep.
After a nap, Hori took me out of the police car and put me in solitary confinement in a small dark room.
The reason given was aiding and abetting archival theft. Shit, I can't really argue with that.
But it doesn’t matter to me right now, I just want to find a place to have a good sleep.
Look at how outrageous things have gotten today. It's true that people shouldn't indulge in pleasure. Craftsmen must always maintain high standards and focus on training to ensure that no matter how many works they copy in the future, they can still do it with ease.
My summary is over, thank you everyone.
Fell asleep in seconds.
My sleep quality has always been good. Even if Ali really took a hundred yuan from me in my dream, I didn't scream and run over to snatch the money from her. Instead, I stayed there slowly and planned how to trick her into borrowing high-interest loans from me.
It was my calm and composed thinking that made me realize that the scent of perfume that kept lingering in my nose came from reality.
Someone was stroking my forehead, temples, earlobes, and even my back, like comforting a baby.
I see, this is a married man.
Are you a ghost? Why did you suddenly appear in the dark room and touch me? Do you think I'm a child?
Buddy, it’s fine if you have a story, but can you not make it so creepy?
"Dad, there's actually no need to wait here." The boy next to him whispered.
Then there was a "boo" sound.
The older omega whispered to the child in a blaming tone, "Keep your voice down. She's very tired and needs to rest."
"But it's already noon..." the boy grumbled dissatisfiedly.
Weisha didn't know what to do and the boy stopped talking.
It would be rude if I didn't wake up.
So I pretended to wake up from my sleep, opened my eyes hazily and saw the beta boy opposite me looking at me with his best efforts to hide his malicious gaze.
He hunched his shoulders in fear and quickly escaped from sight.
Weisha looked at me with a smile on her face and turned my face back to face him. "Useless, why don't you sleep a little longer?"
I watched him blurrily.
Three seconds, no more.
Three seconds later, I suddenly left his thigh as if I was burned, my face flushed and I stammered, "You, me, Mr. Weisha, why are you here!"
"Hehehe, I just came to visit you." Weisha smiled gently.
The beta boy returned to his father's side, hiding behind his father and glaring at me with a sneaky look.
I scratched my cheek in shame. "I'm not worth your coming all the way here. And I'm worried that my sleeping posture will be bad...will, will make you..."
When Weisha heard this, her eyes widened in surprise.
I thoughtfully added a voiceover: "Oh, I gave her such gentle caresses and ambiguous guidance, but she only cared about her sleeping position. She is such a special child."
The smile in Weisha's eyes grew even brighter, and she said to the boy next to her, "Josier, bring the lunch box over here."
Yosir gritted his teeth and picked up the lunch box from the table next to him.
But the little boy couldn't hide his true intentions, and I could clearly see his expression showing that he wanted to do something bad.
He put on a polite and well-behaved smile, opened the lid of the lunch box and walked towards me, "This is what Dad made, Miss Bai can try it."
After taking a few steps, he stepped on his right foot with his left foot and fell down!
And the boiling hot soup also spilled towards me!
Weisha was startled, "Useless, get out of the way!"
I just stood there motionless as if I was scared silly.
You little idiot, do you want to compete with me for the position of crown prince?
Just when the soup was about to spill on Weisha, I reached out and swiftly pulled Weisha aside.
"Splash!" The soup spilled onto the seat.
Looking at the still steaming soup, Weisha patted her chest with lingering fear, "Just a little bit more."
He anxiously grabbed my hand and looked me up and down. "Are you hurt? Are you burned?"
I shyly avoided his hand, "I'm fine, Mr. Weisha."
After that, I walked around Weisha and squatted in front of Yosir, then grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the ground. "I think the one who's in the most pain right now is Yosir."
As soon as I finished saying his name, I coughed awkwardly, "Sorry, I only know you as Yossier."
"Are you hurt from the fall? Are you burned?"
The boy I was holding stared at me pulling his hand, as if he didn't know how to react.
When I didn't get an answer, I feigned concern, "Is it too painful?"
"Mr. Weisha, he needs to go to the hospital. What if he gets burned?" I turned to look at Weisha.
But the moment I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of the cold and oppressive look on Weisha's face.
That look of impatience, disgust, and even helplessness fell directly on Yosier, as if he was looking at his own child, or at his own husband.
When he noticed me, his expression quickly and naturally changed into a gentle and tolerant smile. "Yes, that's because the child is too careless. Next time, he should practice how to keep his balance."
I couldn't help but tighten my grip on the beta boy's wrist, "Mr. Weisha...why don't we take him to the doctor first?"
As soon as I finished speaking, Yosir slapped my hand away and quickly moved behind Weisha. "I'm not hurt, and I don't have any burns, Dad."
"Really? Then you should apologize to Wuyong." Weisha persuaded gently, raising her hand and gently pressing on Yosier's shoulder, "You knocked over Wuyong's lunch, and she has to go hungry."
Huh? Don't they provide food in the dark room?
I don't really need a hot meal; a whole vending machine loaf of bread would be fine too.
"I, I..." Yosier gritted his teeth and wanted to glare at me again, but because Weisha was watching, he could only apologize in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Miss Bai."
"It's okay." I gave him a gentle smile. "I know you were careless. And whether you're hurt or not is more important than lunch."
Beta Boy bit his lower lip and lowered his head.
I know what the kid is thinking, he just wants to laugh.
"Just an apology would be fine, but it's a pity it's useless and you'll have to go hungry at noon." Weisha looked worried.
I shook my head, found a tissue and started wiping the seat.
This is where I slept during the three days of detention, so it must be cleaned up.
"Actually, I can just eat some bread or something. The police should be willing to buy it for me," I said.
"Hey, but those are not nutritious, you can't eat them." Weisha became even more worried, "You still have to go hungry."
I paused halfway through wiping and glanced sideways to observe his expression.
After a moment, I blushed and said what I wanted, "Then, can I eat the meal that Mr. Weisha cooks?"
Weisha raised her eyebrows again, "Of course, I'd love to do it again."
He picked up the lunch box on the ground and put it back into the thermal bag. He said to Yossier, "You stay here and talk to Wuyong. I'll be back after I finish cooking."
Yosier was unwilling to give up and wanted to catch up, "But Dad, I want to be with you..."
"Yosier."
Beta Boy paused.
I watched Weisha's happy back as she left, then put on a natural elder's attitude and turned to Yossier, "Maybe Mr. Weisha was too anxious? He should have bought you some burn medicine."
Yosir, however, started yelping like a puppy whose tail had been stepped on, "I already said I wasn't burned, Dad doesn't need to buy me anything!"
When dad is not around, your true nature comes out, right?
It's so funny. Do I need to buy it for you, or do I just not want to buy it for you at all?
You are really vulnerable, you are so needy.
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The author has something to say: I was terrified to write this chapter [poor thing] The relationship between this father and son is so complicated. But it doesn't matter, with the addition of the heroine, the relationship will become even more complicated [sunglasses]
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