Chapter 705
Tarquin’s face darkened with a thought, and he took a harsh drag of his cigarette, his voice ice-cold, “Call the cops, cooperate with the investigation of the crash, and hand over the one inside to them as well p>
Lowell and Axel looked at him, bewildered. This wasn’t Tarquin’s style at all.
Tarquin wasn’t one to mingle with the police-not out of fear, distrust, or anything. He just lacked the patience. He found dealing with the bureaucratic red tape of law enforcement too tedious!
“I promised Elysia,” Tarquin flicked the cigarette ash and explained briefly.
He didn’t want Elysia to be scared anymore. If she wanted him to report it to the police, then that’s what he would do. Anything for her, even changing his ways was nothing in comparison.
Lowell and Axel got it immediately once he mentioned Elysia.
Elysia was a gentle soul with a timid heart, so it made sense she’d want to involve the police.
Tarquin added, “Focus on those who showed up today. Whether we can root out the mastermind or the mole is another matter, but those people… we must find every single one of them p>
Lowell and Axel nodded in agreement, “Got it p>
Only by tracking down those involved could Elysia feel truly at ease.
Tarquin’s mind was entirely on Elysia p>
When Tarquin returned to the hospital, Elysia was still asleep. He approached her bed, caressed her hand, touched her face, clearly smitten.
Lowell had prepared a change of clothes for him, wary of waking Elysia. He even went to the bathroom inside to freshen up.
But when he came out, Elysia had awakened.
Ignoring his damp hair, he rushed to her side, whispering gently, “Did I wake you p>
Elysia shook her head, “Woke up on my own. You haven’t gone to rest p>
“I took a short break. Just had a shower. I’ll call Dr. Benjamin to check on you p>
“No need. It’s late; don’t trouble Dr. Benjamin. I’m a doctor myself, I’m fine p>
She seemed much better than when she last woke up.
Tarquin sat down, “Hungry p>
Elysia nodded slightly, “A bit p>
“What would you like?” Tarquin’s face was a picture of tenderness.
Elysia thought for a moment, “Some porridge p>
“How about chicken and spinach porridge?” Tarquin offered with a smile.
Elysia loved that, “Do we have any right now p>
“Just lay back, I’ll fetch you some p>
Elysia was surprised, “You made some p>
“Yeah, knew my little glutton would be hungry when she woke up. Had it ready early p>
Tarquin kissed her forehead affectionately and headed to the kitchen.
Elysia’s heart warmed at the sight of his retreating back.
Returning with the porridge, Elysia said it was too hot and decided to wait a bit to eat. She sat up and took the towel from around his neck, “Lean down p>
“Hmm p>
“I’ll dry your hair p>
He hadn’t properly dried it after his shower, and Elysia worried he might catch a cold.
Tarquin, pleasantly surprised, simply smiled at her, his clean, white teeth bared like a big, happy wolf pup.
He pulled a chair closer to the bed, plunging his head into Elysia’s embrace. The big wolf pup was seeking affection.
Elysia, pushing his head gently, “Stop it, you’re getting the blanket wet p>
Tarquin complied, lifting his head just so, making it easier for Elysia without tiring her arms.
With both hands, Elysia tenderly dried his damp hair. Tarquin’s hair was a natural, non-treated black, cut neatly in a style that was both clean and straightforward, much like the man himself.
His hair was thick and of good quality—a pity he wasn’t a woman; such hair would’ve been the envy of many!
His short hair dried quickly, not taking much effort.
“All done p>
“Already p>
“Yeah, your hair’s short, easy to dry p>
Tarquin slumped onto her lap, clearly not ready to move, “A bit longer p>