Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 5

When I said I wanted to sleep forever, I meant it. That's why Jaeyun thought it wise to remove my alarm clock, while he woke up at 6 a.m. As a result I was late after many early-morning adventures. I knew I was going to be irritable all day, which made me feel sorry for everyone I met.

"William? Please I need two large caramel coffees with extra foam, a shot of ginger and more comfortable heels."

"Good morning Y/n, I'm fine and you?"

I didn't really have time for politeness, so I went to my office, once again two policemen waited for me at the door. I nodded my head in greeting, hoping that none of them would speak to me.

"For your information, he's tense this morning. Just because he realized that prison won't do him any favors."

His grin was demonic; some officers forgot that mistreatment was an element that weighed heavily in the lawyer's plea and to which the judges were sensitive. I just shrugged, feeling not concerned about Evan's mood changes. I was his lawyer, nothing else. My empathy stopped at the fact that I didn't have a degree in psychology.

"I almost waited." Greeted me with a voice full of false reproach.

"Sorry, husband problem."

I replied, closing the door and throwing my Hermes bag on the coat rack. He clenched his jaw staring into space. As I crossed the room in his direction, he finally looked at me and I noticed something heartbreaking. He had small wounds and two bruises on his face. Who? Why? How? These were the first questions that came to my mind, but I was afraid to know the answers.

"May I ask a question?"

"It depends. If it's not on a professional level, n—"

"Why do you refuse to see me as a criminal? I can see in your eyes that you pity me, I'm gonna live even with bruises ok?"

I nodded, trying to reason myself. In my peripheral vision, I saw him tilt his head to one side and spread his legs to get comfortable, and that's when my eyes fell on his handcuffed hands. I was surprised that the policemen had let him with for the second time in a row, even though I'd told them it wasn't necessary. I had already been left me with rapists totally free to move, so why not him?

"It's me Willy!" Followed by two knocks.

I told him to come in and he had indeed done everything I'd asked. I got up to swap heels, drank the ginger shot and took the two coffees to put them next to my laptop. In no time William was gone again and I was ready for the day, much better awake. Evan's eyes followed my every move like those of a playful cat, ending up riveted on the two plastic cups.

"Hope you like caramel coffee." I pushed the cup towards him.

He managed to catch it and then taste it. Dimples. The sincere smile he gave me brought out this little feature I'd never seen before. What started out as a sign not to be seen as selfish ended up making me joyful. A feeling I quickly repressed to focus on my work. Today I had to listen in detail to the story of an attempted murder, and sugar was not too much to endure it.

"If you're really a criminal, prove it and tell me everything you did to her that night."

He immediately took it as a challenge, which he succeeded, but not in a good way. It was a long story, absolutely not worthy of a passionate fairy tale between a prince and his princess. Listening to his story made my blood run cold and my body shivering, my hot drink couldn't help. In one way or another, whether I liked it or not, no matter what I was doing or thinking, Evan had this undeniable psychopathic side and to act as if it didn't exist was pure craziness.