Chapter 291
Chapter 291
Dominic watched him casually toss the peeled-off scar into the trash, and for some reason, his temper flared all over again.
All that mattered was that someone believed him?
The sight of Chris acting so composed, like nothing in the world could touch him, only annoyed Dominic more.
“Of course someone believes you,” Dominic said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Skyla couldn’t get ahold of you, so she called me instead. She said she refused to believe you’d ever do something like that. Wow. Someone believes in you unconditionally. You must be feeling pretty good about yourself p>
Chris ignored him. “That has nothing to do with me p>
He stood, turned on the faucet, and splashed water over his face. Droplets ran down the sharp line of his jaw and fell into the sink.
In his mind, he saw Winter again. Sitting in the passenger seat, both hands wrapped around a cup of hot milk, she had said those words slowly and with complete certainty.
-He would never do that.
Behind him, Dominic kept going, fanning the flames on purpose. “You have no idea what she told me on the phone. She said if you were framed and ended up in prison, she’d wait for you outside for the rest of her life p>
-I know he can get through this.
Winter’s voice in the passenger seat still seemed to linger in his ears.
All at once, Chris braced both hands against the sink and slowly lifted his eyes to the mirror.
“You told Skyla p>
Caught by the sharp, heavy look in Chris’s eyes, Dominic immediately realized this wasn’t the time to joke around.
His usual teasing tone disappeared. “No p>
He loved provoking that cold, unreadable face of Chris’s. After all these years, the only time he had really managed to get a rise out of him was back on the island, when he teased him about being jealous of William. That was the one time he had seen Chris’s anger show for real.
But joking was joking. When it was time to be serious, Dominic never crossed the line.
“You said not to tell anyone, so I didn’t p>
To Dominic, Skyla was nothing more than a woman who had once saved his friend’s life. Nothing else. After learning she had actually hired someone to kill, he could barely stand hearing her speak. It felt like she polluted the air around him.
Then he watched Chris sit down on the bed in the holding facility’s transition room, a room supposedly meant for suspects who were emotionally unstable or still adjusting to the environment and needed observation.
Of course, that was just for show. There was no way Chris was actually going to sleep in a crowded cell.
Chris pulled off his hiking boots and gave a quiet grunt of acknowledgment.
Seeing that same calm, detached expression on his face made Dominic irritated all over again.
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Then Chris stripped off his black coat, then the black cashmere sweater underneath, revealing a powerful, well- built upper body.
Dominic sucked in a breath. “Have you been training harder lately? You were already built enough before. Did you really need to take it this far p>
Just look at those pecs. Those arms.
What was this, was he planning to compete for Mr. Universe?
“Wait p>
At first, Dominic didn’t notice anything strange. Then Chris lifted a hand and placed two long fingers just below his Adam’s apple.
And then something horrifying happened.
As Chris dragged his fingers downward, the skin across his chest slowly split open to either side.
Dominic’s scalp went numb.
“What the hell p>
At his horrified shout, Chris merely shot him a cool glance.
Dominic instantly felt like his intelligence had just been insulted.
Chris peeled the fake “skin” off his body and tossed it onto the bed beside him. Then he pulled his clothes back on. His real chest underneath was lean and hard, without a drop of blood or a single wound.
Still rattled, Dominic walked over and picked up the muscle suit from the bed. It felt almost identical to real human skin and muscle, both in texture and color. He stared at it in disbelief.
“You actually went out in cosplay?” He looked at Chris like he had lost his mind. “Since when were you into something like this p>
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