"A few years ago, there was a rumor that the top detective, Captain Peyton, was prettier than most women. With luminous skin, stunning features, and incredibly long legs..."
There were a few other choice adjectives she didn't dare repeat.
Because the man in question already looked completely murderous.
"Who told you that?"
He had never heard those rumors himself.
Obviously, no one would have the guts to say something like that to his face.
"A few detectives went to Arvendale Region for a conference, and they joked about it when they got back."
"Hmph."
He scoffed, unable to stop himself from complaining, "So you believed them? Was that why you spaced out? Because you thought they were actually right?"
She gave a dry laugh. "I mean... they weren't entirely wrong, right? Your legs are smoother than a lot of women's. Do you have any idea how much money we spend on hair removal every year?"
That earned a genuine laugh of pure disbelief from him.
"Dr. Hayes, you're a forensic pathologist! You know genetics dictate this kind of thing, right?"
"Is it my fault I barely have any body hair?"
"How could you think of me the same way those superficial idiots do?"
She guiltily averted her gaze.
"That's not what I meant..."
"It's just... really rare."
He genuinely didn't know what to say to that.
He was annoyed when he didn't know why she zoned out touching him.
Now that he knew the real reason, he was even more annoyed.
Could he help it if he wasn't hairy?
Was he supposed to go get hair implants just because other people got theirs waxed?
Curse these societal prejudices!
"You've touched it, you've felt it, and you still believe those baseless rumors?" He gritted his teeth. "I remember a certain Dr. Hayes claiming she relies entirely on evidence. Well, you've seen the evidence with your own eyes and felt it with your own hands. Don't you think you owe me an apology for doubting my manhood?"
She was always so practical. He nodded. "Thanks for doing this. But no rush. Aren't the guys coming to take my statement soon? You can leave the hospital with them."
"I'll have the driver wait for you at the entrance."
She rubbed her temples. "Is all that really necessary?"
Anyone with context would know he was just terrified of the stalker getting to her when she was alone.
Anyone else would think she was carrying state secrets.
Making such a huge scene might actually make her an easier target.
"Of course it's necessary."
He refused to let go of her hand. "I won't have peace of mind if you're by yourself."
Seeing the deep worry etched across his face, she finally gave in.
"Fine."
They waited in the room for a long time, but instead of their colleagues from the station, they received some terrible news.

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