Dumps Me, So His Homie Snatches Me Up

Chapter 8

"Kevin, help me, it wasn't my fault," she pleaded.

Kevin just gave her a cold glance.

Then he turned away, shaking off her hand.

"Come with us and we'll find out if you're innocent or not," the police said.

Kevin didn't say anything.

Rachel followed the police to the door, trembling.

I didn't feel vindicated at all.

I just felt sorry for her.

Doing such things for a man like that.

If there hadn't been evidence, it might have been me being taken away now.

Rachel stopped when she reached the door and came back.

She looked at the indifferent Kevin beside her.

Then she turned to stare at Henry and me.

"You were in that room for so long. Who knows what happened?" she said.

"How else would you know there was a necklace hidden in her clothes?"

Rachel's words were strange, but the listeners understood the implication.

With one sentence, she made what happened between Henry and me in that room earlier sound ambiguous and scandalous.

Kevin's gaze shot towards me like a cold arrow.

His voice was icy.

"Couldn't wait, could you?" he said.

Before I could look at the expressions of those around us, Henry pulled me into his arms.

The familiar scent wafted into my nose.

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

Maybe he wasn't lying to me. Maybe he really did like me.

Before Henry could speak, I grabbed his hand.

"Do I need to explain what happens between me and my boyfriend to you all?" I asked.

Kevin's expression grew even darker, his hands clenched tightly at his sides.

"Boyfriend? Don't you think you owe me an explanation?" he said to Henry.

"You broke up, didn't you? What is there to explain?" Henry said calmly.

"You broke up on your birthday, remember?"

Seeing Kevin's angry expression towards Henry, I pulled Henry behind me.

"I don't need to explain my relationships to you," I said, staring into Kevin's eyes.

"Let me repeat: we've broken up."

In front of the police, I directly pulled Henry over.

That psycho.

With the police here, he shouldn't do anything rash.

I walked briskly, fueled by the anger in my gut.

I don't know how long or how far we walked.

The person I was pulling along stopped.

That brought me back to reality.

My gaze fell on my hand tightly gripping his.

"Sorry," I said.

I tried to let go, but Henry held on.

Our fingers intertwined.

"Thank you. Sorry for troubling you earlier," I said.

None of this actually had anything to do with Henry. It was all because of me.

That's why he got involved.

Henry lowered his head and looked at me with a smile.

"Not your boyfriend?" he asked teasingly.

He leaned against the wall.

"I thought someone just said we were a couple."

Henry seemed oblivious to my flustered expression and continued teasing:

"Why is your face so red?"

I didn't look at him, turning my gaze to the river instead.

"It's... it's too warm," I said.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them.

How could it be warm in fur coat weather?

I wanted to sew my mouth shut.

Especially when I heard Henry's next words.

"But that night was warm too. How come I didn't see your face get this red?"

I cried out loudly.

"Wow, this bridge looks so nice!"

"The designer must have worked really hard to install so many lights."

Henry laughed at my strange attempt to change the subject.

Thankfully, he did end the previous topic.