Chapter 28: Chapter 28

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV

My brain has been quite fuzzy since I heard the news report. I didn’t need to wait for my name to be mentioned by the reporter. Merely the details about the murder case were enough for me to determine that I was the one being described.

“There must be some sort of mistake here, Angelique. Who knows? You might not be the one they’re talking about. There’s no definite specification anyway,” Greyson said in such a casual manner, which made me irritated.

“How are you acting so damn calm, Greyson? There’s a fifty-fifty chance that I’d be haunted the next second that I step out of this place,” I complained, raising my voice to let him sense that I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

Greyson heaved out a sigh as he cupped my cheeks. “Have you already forgotten what I told you?” he asked while the edge of his lips slightly curled. “I told you before that I wouldn’t carelessly let anything slip by, which can bring you danger for as long as you’re my secretary, right?” he murmured before letting me go.

I couldn’t help but bite my lower lip, avoiding eye contact with him. I haven’t forgotten about that at all; it made such a huge impact on my heart, so how can I simply forget that as if it wasn’t said at all?

“I’m sorry, Greyson. You know that I’m quite paranoid when it comes to that incident.” I genuinely apologized, holding the back of his hand as I slowly traced my thumb on his palm.

Greyson gave me a tender smile as he reached for the remote for the television. However, I stopped him before he could’ve turned it off.

“Wait,” I whispered, covering the censor of the remote. “I don’t think that this is simply a coincidence now, Greyson.” I slowly inhaled deeply. “You think so, too, right?”

How can this be a coincidence if my entire physical appearance was being described by the reporter? There’s even a detailed sketch of my face, which was definitely done by a forensic artist.

“It’s you,” Greyson uttered at the same time that he dropped the remote to the ground, causing it to make a loud noise. “How… is this possible?” he murmured, making me believe that he really had no connection to how it got broadcast.

“The main suspect in the murder case of Mr. and Mrs. Sloan is their one and only biological daughter, Angelique Sloan. All details about her can be seen on your screen,” a reporter said. “If you know anything that will lead us to escalate our investigation further, please do inform us right away. We’ll give any compensation to those who're deemed helpful,” the reporter concluded.

Seeing that they didn’t include Greyson’s surname, they probably didn’t hear about this murder case from Joy, the aspiring detective who was found dead in my mother’s ward.

Someone else leaked it.

But, if it’s not Greyson, then who?

“Do you have any idea who could’ve done this to you?” Greyson asked.

I clenched my fists in utter frustration. “Are you seriously asking me that? Do you think I have even the slightest idea?” I screamed out loud.

I wouldn’t be able to think straight if I just continuously burst my anger out at Greyson, so I made up my mind to shut my mouth instead.

With a heavy and deep breath, I walked past him, heading over to my room to pick up my belongings and compile them into one bag.

“Where are you going now? It’s late at night. You’re already wanted by the police. If they see you wandering around, you would really be arrested, Angelique, and I can’t do anything about that,” Greyson hurriedly said as he held my elbow to stop what I’m doing.

I raised one of my eyebrows as I smirked. “What’s wrong with being caught?” I softly chuckled before I faced him, aggressively pulling my arm away from his grip. “Are you that afraid of being caught as well? That you’ve been there all along, and didn’t even try to stop me?” I consecutively questioned him.

The way that Greyson slowly gulped didn’t escape my vision. “T-that’s…”

I placed my index finger on his chest, in the position of his heart, continuously pushing him even though he wasn’t stepping back.

“See? You’re just afraid to be caught and imprisoned for keeping a suspect within your vicinity instead of reporting me to the police,” I uttered, provoking him so that he wouldn’t even dare to stop me from going.

Instead of arguing back, Greyson decided to pull me into his broad body. He has completely trapped me with his arms. “Don’t go, Angelique,” he whispered from behind.

I gritted my teeth as my eyes began to get hotter each second. I did my best not to let a single tear fall from them.

I can’t let him see me getting fragile, as he would surely take advantage of it and convince me to stay.

“Let me go if you don’t want me to hurt you, Greyson,” I coldly said.

I don’t even know how I can hurt him, but that was the only thing that came out of my mouth.

“The trust that I have for you all has vanished since I saw that news, Greyson. I don’t know how I can still choose to stay with you under the same roof,” I said. “I don’t want to be played by you any longer,” I added.

Letting a few minutes pass, Greyson still hasn’t let me go.

“You asked for this,” I murmured before I purposely turned my entire body around.

I tilted my head to face him, then pulled my arm up to remove it from his grasp. Greyson looked quite confused, so I immediately took that opportunity to give him a nice, hard slap on the cheeks.

The impact led him to forcefully release me. So when I got out of his embrace, I hurriedly picked up my luggage and ran out of our room.

“Angelique, get back here!” Greyson yelled from behind.

I looked at him and saw that he didn’t even bother to bring anything. He literally just chose to chase me as he was trying to stop me from going.

This is goodbye, Greyson.