Avery grabbed Evan's hands back unconsciously.
"Are you serious? Evan? Why do I get the feeling you're the one running wild?"
Did Evan really think of the police station as a five-star hotel? Was it the place that he stayed because he said so?
Interrogation rooms at the station are temporary locations to keep suspects before moving them to lockup. There was nothing besides a crate bed. Evan was born rich and used to the good stuff. He could barely imagine it. Even Avery herself would find it hard to get used to it.
"Do I not sound serious?" Evan smiled lowly, "I'm more qualified to stay than you do."
"Don't mess with me. You need to go home. Diana might need you after she woke up," Avery said without giving it too much thought. She already walked behind Evan's back, trying to shove him out.
"I can't leave."
"Evan, do you not believe that I could handle this on my own?"
"No."
"If so, you have to quit being mischievous. Get out of here soon."
No one would offer to stay in the interrogation room.
Evan still didn't move. He didn't give Avery a definite answer. He just ordered Tinder to bring the officers inside.
The officer was beaten up by Evan. Now he had bruises all over his face. He couldn't even walk normally. The other two policemen had to carry him inside.
"What is the penalty for assaulting policemen?"
The officer shook his hands in horror.
"It's okay. It's okay."
Evan sounded grim, "are you sure?" He said in a low voice.
The officer was surprised. He struggled to lift up the drooping and swollen eyelids. He couldn't figure it out. Tinder, standing not far away, said lowly, "you have to put him in the interrogation room for assaulting a policeman."
The officer had the sparkle in his head and nodded.
"Go and get the interrogation room ready! Move the new sofa in my office there!"
Evan held up their tightly crossed fingers and kissed Avery's hand back, "I can't leave even if I want to. Honey, please take me in."
Avery made up her mind, shook her head, stood up on her toes, hugged Evan, and whispered something at his ears.
Her arms were still around Evan's neck. He frowned and looked worried.
"Do I have to?"
Avery nodded. Evan couldn't do anything to change her mind.
"Then I'll just keep you company until night. Then I'll leave."
There were guards outside the interrogation room. Tinder was also on watch. It was intense.
Inside the room, Evan took a towel from somewhere. After he got it wet, he bent over in front of the sofa to wipe Avery's face. He looked down, and Avery was shooting a text. It was Andrew's number.
Avery was writing a message to Andrew, which said, don't give away our plan.
The second Avery hit "send," the phone was no longer in her hands.
Evan stared at the string of numbers and flipped through her contacts. Andrew was the only one that had a caller pic. Even Evan didn't have it.
"Delete his pic!"
Avery got up from the sofa. She was half-kneeling in front of Evan. She meant to explain. But she realized an explanation would only make it worse. She reached out, not to grab her phone back, but in the pockets of Evan's trousers.
Evan stopped moving and looked down at where her hands went.
"A bit deeper, please."
"You naughty guy," Avery knew what she would touch. She went any deeper. Her face turned slightly hot and took out his phone fast.
"If you delete the pic on my phone, as a return, can I delete yours?"
Evan lifted up his browns with interest.
"Which pic do you want to delete?"
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Avery swiped right to unlock his phone, logged in on his Twitter and swayed the phone in front of his face.
"This one." That was Evan's Twitter icon.
Evan frowned. He almost went after the phone without thinking.
But Avery hid it behind her back.
"Does the person in the pic mean a lot to you?"
"Yes, a lot."
Avery put more strength on the fingers holding the phone. She sneered and gave Evan his phone.
If this person was in his mind, it didn't matter if she deleted the photo on his phone.
"Give me my phone. You have no right to keep it."
Avery said coldly. It was clear that she was upset.
Evan, instead of getting his phone back, looked at Avery with interest.
"The woman in my icon is the most important one in my life."
"That's none of my business."
"She's more precious than my own life."
"You should tell her that in person. You don't need to tell me. And I don't need to listen."
"She has an irreplaceable position in my heart."
"That's enough!" Avery yelled, slapping Evan across his face. Was Evan mad to tell her the significance of another woman in his life?
Without any suspense, her moves were stopped. Instead of getting mad, Evan was in a lovely mood. He bent over and whispered at Avery's ears, "Oh, honey, you're jealous."
"Isn't it time for you to leave?"
Avery walked up to the other side of the couch. She didn't want to spend another minute with Evan.
Evan walked over to her and grabbed her by her waist. They both fell down on the couch. Avery was in Evan's arms.
"Why do you want me to change my icon?"
Avery didn't want to be bothered to explain. She held her hands against his chest to get up. But Evan kept grabbing her by her waist, "who do you think is the woman in my icon?"
"None of my business. I don't want to find out either."
Avery turned her head away from Evan to avoid his look.
Avery was quite stubborn. Evan moved up to stroke her face and forced her to look at him.
"Of course, it's your business."
Evan bit her earlobes and whispered, "You're my wife, and she's your mother-in-law."
"What did you say?" Avery was surprised at the unexpected answer. She couldn't say another word. She always assumed the woman was Diana. But Evan told her it was his mother.
So, the woman he used as his icon was his mother, not Diana?!
"Who do you think she is?" Evan crossed his hands in front of her chest, stopping her from moving about. He held the phone up so she could see it. Then he clicked the photo to get it replaced.
"What are you doing?"
"Whatever my wife says. Honey, whatever you say is true. If you want me to change the pic, I will."
Avery became embarrassed. She had been speculating in her mind for such a long time. But as it turned out, it was just her imaginations.
"Is this from when your mother was young?"
Evan nodded. He already opened his photos to choose a new one as his icon.
As Avery looked at the photos, she realized something was wrong. These photos...