Chapter 2583 Dear Mr. Detective 34
Alric stepped out of the carriage, adjusted the collar of his coat, and tried to appear as calm and composed as usual, but a lingering feeling of irritation remained.
The new butler looked much younger and more cautious than his predecessor, Edgar, and he welcomed him in respectfully.
Alric asked if Cyril was at the manor, and the butler immediately replied, "Yes, Mr. Cyril came early this morning and is now talking in Master John's study."
study?
What could be so mysterious and important that we have to discuss it in the study behind closed doors?
Alric snorted in his heart and muttered bitterly.
He followed the butler upstairs and was again forced to bow to the servant guarding outside the study. The servant said that the eldest master had ordered that no one, whether the earl or other guests, was allowed to enter until he and Inspector Cyril had finished their conversation.
Alric: "..."
This servant was just a middle-class male servant, and he had no idea of adapting. He just obeyed whatever his master said without even thinking of informing his master.
Alric could only wait in the reception room next to the main hall.
Every second seemed to be extraordinarily long.
Finally, he heard footsteps coming upstairs.
Alric stood up immediately, but forced himself to sit down again and picked up the old newspaper at hand.
The first to come down was John Olga.
His complexion looked better than a few days ago, still sickly pale, but the gloom and pain in his eyes had eased a little, and he seemed much more relieved.
Obviously, the conversation about Vincent's death inevitably brought back many memories and emotions.
Immediately afterwards, Jinchen also came down, looking normal, and was a little surprised to see Alric sitting in the reception room.
Alric's back was facing them, his figure inexplicably...
Jinchen hissed, inexplicably feeling a bit jealous.
Jinchen was about to go over, but was afraid that Alric was still angry. Fortunately, John didn't notice anything.
John greeted Alry and invited them to stay for lunch.
Jinchen thought about it and agreed, thinking it would be a good opportunity to have more contact with Julian.
Alric, who was sitting on the sofa: "..."
Does Cyril think he is dead?
Just now he was just jealous, but now Alric is simply a walking vinegar jar.
Alric's wrist twitched, and the steaming cup of black tea in his hand spilled out. Most of the deep red tea spilled onto the collar of his shirt and the knees of his suit pants, instantly leaving dark, messy stains.
"Sorry." Alric stood up, his movements a little abrupt.
He maintained a nearly perfect gentlemanly demeanor and nodded slightly to John Olga, who was standing there in a daze. "Excuse me, I need to use the dressing room."
John: “Oh…ok.”
Alrick reached out and grabbed Jinchen's wrist, half-forcibly pulling him, then turned and walked quickly towards the guest locker room on the other side of the corridor.
John Olga stood there, looking puzzledly at the black teacup on the table and the water stains next to it.
Was Inspector Alric nervous just now? How could he have spilled so much?
This was hardly the style of the detective known for his calm elegance.
Alric closed the door of the guest dressing room and lowered the brass latch.
Before Jinchen could stand firmly, he was pushed and his back hit the wooden door heavily, making a dull sound.
Alric changed his gentlemanly and restrained appearance in front of others, put his arms on both sides of Jinchen's body, and held him tightly in his arms.
He lowered his head slightly, staring at Jinchen with his green eyes, his breathing was a little rapid, and his tone was full of sourness and questioning that could not be concealed.
"Why are you coming to Olga Manor so early in the morning...? What are you looking for him for?"
Jinchen's back was pressed against the cold door panel, while in front of him was Alrick's warm body.
He blinked, then reached out and held Alric's thin waist.
With this support, Jinchen felt that the suit Alric was wearing today was more slim-fitting than usual, and the broad shoulders and narrow waist were more obvious.
Well, very comfortable to hold.
When he had thrown him against the wall, Alric had also torn open his shirt, leaving the tea-stained collar open, revealing his collarbone and the faint outline of the muscles underneath.
Jinchen's gaze lingered for a moment. Facing such a beautiful scene, it was hard to remain calm.
He looked up again, meeting Alric's green eyes, and replied obediently, "Let's talk about Vincent's case."
"The case is closed!" Alric lowered his voice and said angrily, "The murderer you caught is Joshua Klein. He is now imprisoned in the lowest level of the court prison awaiting trial. Why are you still looking for John Olga to confirm?"
He approached, the distance between them being nose to nose.
Jinchen felt his warm breath and said, "Based on the current evidence, the dose of poison Joshua administered was not enough to directly kill Vincent that night."
He patiently explained, "There might be more in here..."
"So you didn't come to me to investigate the case," Alric interrupted him, raising one hand and pinching Jinchen's chin rather forcefully, jealousy almost overflowing. "Instead, you came to ask him? Huh?"
"What clues can John Olga give you that I can't? Who is your boss? Who is the person investigating the case with you?"
Facing this barrage of questions, Jinchen hummed in confusion, "Yeah?"
"Do you also know Vincent's relationship status?"
Alric: "..."
He was so angry that he almost died!
His chest was pressed against Jinchen, and he could feel the warmth and softness through several layers of clothes.
"Are you mad at me?" Alric stared at him. "At what I did to you last night?"
"Wait a minute, Alric,"
Jinchen finally understood a little bit and softened his voice. "I'm not angry. I thought... since you left like that yesterday, you wouldn't want to see me today."
His fingertips gently stroked Alric's waist, soothingly.
"So you picked him on purpose to piss me off?" Alric refused to listen to any explanation.
He suppressed the restless anger and emotions in his body, grabbed Jinchen's restless hand, and pressed it hard against his heart.
There, under the shirt, the skin was slightly red and swollen from being sucked and bitten last night, and there might even be teeth marks left on it. A slight tingling sensation came through the fabric.
At the same time, Jinchen could also feel the beating of his heart, which was carrying too much tenderness that had nowhere to be expressed. Even through the clothes, Jinchen could subconsciously curl his fingers and touch it gently.
A suppressed groan escaped from Alric's throat, and a tingling impulse spread throughout his body, burning his ears.
All the gentlemanly manners and gentle disguise were thrown to the sky at this moment.
He seemed to have turned back into the domineering and powerful scarlet gentleman who was feared in the black market.
