A Man Who Grew Younger with the Years
895 Words
His thick long eyelashes curled up, casting shadows over his solemn eyes. They were long and purple, which went well with his Grecian nose. Coupled with his thin lips, he had the look of a nightwalker that fed on blood.
Something was wrong!
In what sense was he thirty-one?
The passport said he was 31, but he looked nothing of the sort! Was he getting younger with the years?
Did he age at all?
Had he been drinking children's blood?
Officer Hester was both shocked and confused! She had never seen anyone this much younger than his years!
Farley looked up and squinted, his sharp purple eyes on her face. She couldn't feel any emotions in them.
On the other hand, the eyes of this sassy chick were brimming with surprise and disbelief. Evidently, she couldn't connect him with his age, and he saw right through it.
He was familiar with this kind of reaction over the years. Nonetheless, she was among the few who dared to show it out.
He had made it pretty clear he hated people talking about his face more than anything. Nevertheless, strangely, he was not mad at this bold woman who was goggling at him.
His rare purple eyes seemed to have the magic to freeze one's soul. "I came from abroad for an investment. I just arrived at this city last night. It's impossible for me to be involved in some gang fight," said he gazing at her.
Hester said seriously, "Since you only arrived last night, please show me your plane ticket."
"I don't have it." He could fly anywhere in his private jet. What was more, he had exclusive air routes.
"How can I believe a word you said when you don't even have a ticket?" Hester lost her patience and reached out to open the car door from the inside.
When she reached in, Farley grabbed her wrist.
His grip firm, his hands felt cold. Despite his delicate face, he was actually a strong and domineering man. She didn't see it coming.
Hester felt a sharp pain in her wrist but couldn't move her arm, as if it had been grasped by an arm of iron.
She was the champion of the Criminal Police Combat Competition four times in a row! This man looked like a teenager. How could he...? Damn it..., she couldn't break free!
Farley was surprised clutching her wrist. He had thought this arrogant and rude police officer would be a big girl, but her wrist was so thin, as if he could just c***k it with a jerk.
Noticing she was frowning in pain, he pursed his thin lips and loosened his grip slightly.
"Let go!" Hester raised her eyebrows and fumed, "I'm a police officer!"
Farley did not listen to her but said firmly and coldly, "But I am not a suspect."
"Then why can't you show me your plane ticket? And why are you at the scene for no reason? More importantly, what's with the bulletproof windows? Let go of me, you jerk!"
"No." He glanced indifferently at her flushed face.... She did get some dynamite and quite a temper in there.
"Damn!" She bit her tender lips and tried to fight her way out of this but failed.
Although she had an edge by holding a gun, he was just a suspect. And the gun was for real criminals.
On a more pressing note....
Was his hand made of iron?
"Are you going to let go?" Hester glared at him. This was her last warning.
"Still no." The same chilly tone. He got kind of excited waiting for her to use her gun. Did she have a death wish going all rough on him?
"Alright, you forced me!" She looked daggers at him but was still torn by the same dilemma—she could not break free or shoot him. Lowering her head with determination in her eyes, she bit the hand that was holding her prisoner.
When her teeth went into his flesh, she realized it was not iron after all.
No, no, no!
She should not be thinking that. She should focus on the biting! She ought to be punishing this snob who was kind of attacking her! 'This is what you deserve for not releasing me when I told you to, you 31-year-old brat!'
Farley was caught off guard. He just stared at the woman who was gnawing him full of righteous indignation.
He felt her soft lips and little teeth on his hand, which surprised him, because she didn't look soft at all. What was more, he even sensed her tender tongue.
Electricity ran through him the moment she licked him with the tip of her tongue. The long-lost titillation woke up his little buddy. It had been years since he was touched and felt this way.
Confused, he set his gaze upon her cute little head. Was he aroused? His eagle eyes drifting over to her chest, he slowly pursed his thin lips and brooded.
'I am gonna bite the crap out of you! This is your treat for not letting me go! Let's see how long you can hold on!' she thought to herself.
Slowly, he let go of her hand.
Therefore, Hester also loosened her bite, raising her eyebrows at him when she looked up. 'I said you would regret it!'
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