Chapter 113 Painful Reject
Back in the cell, Bryce pulled away from the hug and stared at Angela's sad, tear-stained face, holding her by the shoulder. He stared into her eyes, and his heart ached. All he could read from her eyes was pain. He cared for her and believed in her innocence, seeing her again. Now he needs to find something to support what he thinks. He was unsure when or how it happened, but he felt her lips on his and gave in to the desire that travelled through his body. He kissed her. Angela did not protest. She allowed him to kiss her, and she didn't even know what pushed her to accept his kiss.
Bryce is fully aware that Angela has been accused of murdering two members of the Moore family, and there is evidence proving her guilty. Angela, on the other hand, believes whoever murdered her parents is connected to the Moore family. So why are they both standing in a withholding cell, passionately kissing each other? Shouldn't they hate each other for the pain they both felt after losing a loved one at the hands of the other?
This was the thought running through Bryce's and Angela's minds, yet none of them could resist the temptation of feeling each other's lips after that long time.
"I am sorry," Angela apologised after gaining some strength to pull away from the kiss.
"No, I should be the one apologising for taking advantage of you like this," Bryce said, cupping the side of Angela's face and rubbing her cheeks with his thumb.
Angela just stared at him after blinking twice. She had run away from Bryce because of her suspicions, and now she is realising she still loves him and wants to be with him, but how could this love be possible in the situation they both find themselves in?
"Please go, I beg you," Angela said, and Bryce frowned.
Is Angela driving me away from her cell? Bryce thought as he stared at Angela in silence.
"Please," Angela repeated.
"Why?" Bryce asked, his brows knitted.
Angela lowered her head and took a step away from him. Bryce didn't stop her.
"We are in a different world now," Angela said, reminding him she had been accused of murdering his mother and sister. She turned her back to Bryce.
"You are carrying my child," Bryce said, trying to let Angela know she means a lot more to him now.
Angela, unfortunately, didn't understand his statement that way. She thought his concern for her was because of the child she was carrying. Angela's heart shattered immediately, and she felt broken.
"Please leave," Angela said more sternly.
"Angela," Bryce called out her name and advanced towards her, but Angela moved away from him.
"I said leave," Angela repeated, her voice filled with traces of anger.
Bryce turned around after staring at the back of Angela for a while, and he tapped on the gate. The officer came to unlock the gate. Bryce stared at Angela one more time before exiting the cell, taking long strides towards the exit with the officer trailing behind him.
As soon as Bryce was out of the hallway, Angela broke down crying uncontrollably.
"I didn't want to be in a relationship with anyone, yet of all the men I could fall in love with, even if I wanted to give myself a chance at love, why must it be him?" Angela questioned herself, still crying. "How did my father's most treasured artefact, which was stolen on the day he was killed, end up in Bryce's family home?" she asked herself.
Did he marry me because he knew who I was? Angela thought, now sitting on the floor, and her tears subsided as so many questions occupied her mind.
Outside, Bryce headed towards the Chief's office, angry. He was not sure what was making him angry, whether it was Angela's driving him out of her cell or the state she found Angela.
"First, thank you for making it possible for me to speak with Angela privately," Bryce said once inside the Chief's office. "Next, I have a question," he said. "What happened to her?" he asked.
"You have to be more specific, Mr Moore. I don't understand your question," the Chief replied.
"Why are Angela's clothes dirty and torn?" Bryce asked. "And while you're answering that, I also want to know where she got all those bruises and blood stains from," he added, sounding very angry.
"Mr Moore, I get the fact that your family is rich and powerful, but note that your power is never above the laws of the state," the chief replied.
"I am glad you do know your law," Bryce said. "Those bruises and injuries on her look like torture marks. I hope for your sake, you know what the state law says about injuring a pregnant woman, which can threaten the survival of the unborn child," he added, and the chief's face changed.
"She is pregnant?" the Chief asked, looking surprised.
Bryce rested both of his hands on the chief's desk and leaned in towards him.
"She is carrying my child," Bryce said, almost in a whisper.
"My sincerest apology, Mr Moore," the chief said. "I was not aware of her condition. My men were just trying to get her to tell the truth," he explained.
"Now you know. I want her attended to and her injuries treated," Bryce said, sounding like a command. "If not, I will be engaging the people at the headquarters," he added.
"Sure, Mr Moore, I will personally see to it that she is attended to," the Chief said, and Bryce exited his office.
The moment Bryce walked out of the station, he saw Marcus returning to the spot where he had left him. Martin was still standing there.
"Where are you coming from?" Bryce asked.
"I finally have something concerning the task you gave me," Marcus replied, and Bryce's heart skipped a beat, but he kept himself composed.
"Good. Send everything to my email now," Bryce said to him and headed for the parked car.
He had requested that Marcus send his findings to him, but he was scared of finding something which would make Angela guilty.
"Yes, sir," Marcus replied as Bryce walked past him.
Marcus knew he needed to make some changes in the report findings before sending it to Bryce, but when Bryce questioned him about where he was coming from, that statement came out of him before he could even think it through.
Marcus got behind the wheel, and they drove out of the police station heading for the office.
"Sir, I will share the report with you as soon as it drops in my mailbox," Marcus said, trying to buy himself some time to make some changes to the report as suggested by Susan.
"Marcus, you have twenty minutes to send that report to my email," Bryce said, sounding a bit angry.
"Yes, sir," Marcus acknowledged, reading from Bryce's aura that now was not the time to be asking for more time after saying he had the report.