Fenella’s POV"Hey, why so fierce?" He chuckled."Oscar praised you and promised to make you the main model for his new collection series. Perfumes, dance dresses, accessories, and even lingerie. Isn't that great?" Alan asked as if trying to persuade me."I don't know; I feel like I can't focus on my work. I'm not enthusiastic about all this suddenly," I said, still gloomy, wiping my wet cheeks.I didn't even care about my makeup, which had begun to smear unevenly. Although I used waterproof makeup, my makeup was still not perfect and was starting to be erased by my own hands."Hm, what if I cheer you up?" Alan asked."Come on, follow me." Alan reached for my wrist.
Fenella’s POVThere was a pang in my chest for a moment. I couldn't deny it; Alan was truly amazing. He was kind, charismatic, good at dancing, and good at business, and now he had shown how he was a leader adored by women and men alike.Still, I was thinking about Laird."So, are you ready to drive?" he asked. "Come on."Alan took my glass and placed it in the cup holder. Then he closed the bottle again and placed it on the back seat of the car. He handed me the car keys and guided me to sit in the driver's seat. Alan closed the door for me and then rushed to the passenger seat next to me."Let's go!" Alan exclaimed with a hearty laugh.Alright. I swallowed my saliva and started the car. I fastened my seatbelt, as did Alan. I held the steering wheel with both hands and prepared myself. After adjusting the height and distance of the driver's seat, I looked at Alan."Are you really sure we'll be okay?" I asked again."Yes, trust me," Alan said. "Let's go!"Encouraged by his enthusiasm,
Fenella’s POVI felt like I was suddenly hit by a panic attack. Sweat dripped down my temples, and my head suddenly started to ache. This was the first time I had been in a car crash. It felt similar to riding a roller coaster, but without the joy. There were no loud laughs and no desire to do it again. Only fear and anxiety.The police car drew closer, with the sirens blaring louder. Alan had already gotten out of the car and seemed to be checking the damage. He looked at the side of the car that was hit, then inspected the iron fence. He also slowly walked towards the traffic light that was grazed.I looked around, and it seemed like there were no casualties at all. Really? Yes, it felt like I didn't hit any humans or animals.After calming down, I turned my body and noticed Alan walking back to the car. Two police officers approached Alan behind the car. Initially, I hesitated about whether to get out of the car or not, but I remembered Alan warning me not to get out of the car.Th
Fenella’s POVNot wanting to escalate the situation, I got out of the car as the police instructed me by my window. I quickly opened the small bag I brought and took out my identification card to show it to the officer.As I stepped out of the car completely, I realized the cold wind felt as if it were piercing my legs, causing them to cramp and ache. The calf-high boots I was wearing seemed insufficient to support my body.I felt dizzy but managed to hold onto the car until I stood up straight again. It seemed like a muscle in my leg was slightly strained from hastily jumping over the car seat."Are you okay? You look scared," the officer asked me."Yes, I'm fine. Just startled," I replied in haste.
Fenella’s POVI tried to find contact information for another lawyer who had contacted me before, but I only found one. He couldn't help me either, because he was out of town. He did give me another lawyer's contact number, but that person didn't pick up either.Ugh, just when I needed help, no one came to my rescue. While contacting my mother in Boston would clearly be useless and only make her worry, I suddenly realized that I might not have any friends.I sat silently, staring at my phone screen. My phone battery was down to five percent. Great! I needed to borrow a charger cable, but the police hadn't arrived yet. My hands rubbed my throbbing forehead.Suddenly, I heard an imaginary whisper urging me to contact Laird."No way," I whispered to myself.Would he help me? Besides, since earlier, he hadn't replied to my messages or answered my calls. I hadn't tried again, but among all my contacts, he was the only one online ten minutes ago.But what would he think if he knew I was at
Fenella’s POVI waited at the police station in quite a dreadful condition. People might have found me strange with my smeared makeup. It was a far cry from the glamorous, sparkling outfit I was wearing.The police officer gave me a cup of warm tea, and it turned out to be effective in calming my nerves since earlier. At least I had something to occupy my time while waiting for Laird. I could only sip the warm tea slowly while keeping an eye on my phone charging on the table."Miss Baxter, your lawyer is here."The officer approached me quietly. I immediately turned and saw Laird standing behind the officer. He hadn't even changed his clothes. It was as if he had just come out of a club, though I didn't know where he had been all this time.His gaze was no longer as fierce as the last time I saw him on stage. Now his forehead was furrowed with a look that resembled pity. It seemed contacting Laird for help was indeed a bad idea. Now his gaze, full of pity, made me even more embarrasse
Laird’s POVI entered the holding area inside the Queen's Precinct accompanied by an old policeman. At my request to speak privately with Alan, the officer granted it by allowing Alan to sit in a small interrogation room without a glass. I entered the room and saw Alan sitting in a chair. A pack of cigarettes and a bottle of mineral water were on the table, both empty. As I entered, Alan gave me a crooked smile. "Welcome, Mr. Evans," he said cheerfully. "What have you done?" I asked through gritted teeth. The man just chuckled lightly, a stark contrast to my disgusted expression. Ever since the last time I saw him on stage with Fenella, I felt an explosive urge to wipe that smile off his face. Alan intentionally provoked me, and every time he took control of Fenella with his whip, he would challenge me with his gaze. Not to mention, when he licked Fenella's ear, it made me immediately annoyed at both of them. If only I knew it would be like that, I certainly wouldn't have helped
Laird’s POVI leaned against the wall with one hand. Several times I assessed the situation and remembered Alan's words that kept boiling my blood. I glared sharply at Alan, and the man slowly got up. Unfortunately, he just chuckled and even had time to straighten his shirt."Ignore him, sir. He's just jealous of me," Alan still chuckled."Please get my wallet, sir. I need to sign a check to pay this honorable Mr. Evans," Alan said casually to the older officer.The older officer let out a long sigh and nodded at the other officer in the room. The slightly younger officer finally left the room."Truly, your service is very satisfying. You protect me, give me painkillers and water, and now you're going to get my wallet," Alan said cheerfully as he sat again on the chair."Don't get cocky, Mr. Schmidt. You've caused a lot of trouble tonight," the older officer said patiently."Oh, here it is," Alan said happily as the officer returned to the room with a black leather wallet."Do you hav