My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 96 Uniform
After waiting anxiously for more than half an hour, there was the sound of a car closing outside the house.

Then heavy footsteps sounded, and Ethan heard that the sound was wrong, and quickly put his hands behind his back, and the python revolver flashed.

The door was pushed open, and Hood appeared at the door.

Seeing Ethan's embarrassment, he suddenly burst into laughter.

After Ethan put the gun back into the space, he grabbed the pillow and threw it at him.

Hood caught the pillow and pushed it aside, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"You two play slowly, I'm leaving."

Siobhan stood up from behind Hood with her pillow in her arms, and she said apologetically:

"Sorry, he saw your car outside and insisted on coming in to take a look."

Under Ethan's murderous gaze, Hood suppressed a smile, turned and left, and soon there was the sound of the door being closed.

After Hood left, the room fell into a silence.

Siobhan hugged the pillow, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Ethan shyly, showing no murderous look when he left.

Dust was all over her body, the corners of her mouth were swollen, and the knuckles of her hands were damaged. It looked like she had gone through a fierce struggle.

"are you OK?"

Ethan cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

Siobhan squeezed her fist, and there was a tingling pain from it, but she felt extremely happy in her heart.

"I feel better than ever."

Siobhan grinned lightly and said firmly in his eyes.

Being raped by Bliss had always been a shadow in her heart, and the huge scar on her shoulder reminded her all the time of what she had experienced.

After that, she chose to join the Banshee Town Police Department because she wanted to change her career so that she could make some changes.

Now Siobhan shattered the shadow with his own hands, and he felt relieved.

"Where's Brice? I hope you didn't really smash his eggs, you can't lose your job because of this crap."

Ethan sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and continued to ask.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, I just broke the arm he hit me tonight."

After Siobhan took a deep breath, he said with a relieved face.

Ethan nodded and didn't ask how the matter was handled.

Hood's ability to send Siobhan back means that things are within his control. Don't underestimate the authority and ability of a sheriff. It is not impossible to compete with departments such as the FBI in a hurry.

"You won't be angry with me, will you?" Siobhan asked anxiously.

Ethan shook his head. Since he knew that Siobhan had him handcuffed for his own revenge, he had no objections.

Some hatred needs to be untied by oneself, and others cannot help.

It's no big deal to be seen by Hood, and he doesn't have such a thing as morality.

He shook his arm, and the handcuffs clattered against the bedpost.

"Untie it quickly, I'm thirsty."

Siobhan just stuck out his tongue, quickly took out the key from his pocket, and opened the handcuffs.

"By the way, how did you notify the sheriff?" She asked curiously.

Ethan had been prepared for a long time, patted the phone in his trouser pocket, and then looked at Siobhan with flickering eyes.

She noticed the look in Ethan's eyes, and suddenly felt something was wrong, she stood up quickly, trying to run away.

"I said, can you escape?"

With quick eyes and quick hands, Ethan quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her back, causing Siobhan to fall on the bed.

She wanted to get up, but was controlled by Ethan.

Siobhan exclaimed, pretended to struggle, and then stopped. She looked at Ethan with a smile on the corner of her mouth and said:

"What do you want to do, do you know that you are attacking the town police?"

Ethan gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that you attacked me first. Regarding this, we are even."

He lighted up the cuffs in his hand again, "If I have revenge, I will take revenge. You trapped me for more than half an hour just now, and now I can lock you up for an hour. It's not too much."

Siobhan pursed his lips, and after thinking for a while, he stretched out his hands obediently.

Ethan smiled in satisfaction, and unceremoniously put the handcuffs through the bedpost, cuffing both of her hands.

After flexing his wrist, he walked straight out of the living room.

Regardless of Siobhan's call, he found the bottle of red wine left over from last night, opened it slowly, took a sip directly into the bottle, and then lit a cigarette in relief.

He returned to the bedroom, sat on the chair at the end of the bed, crossed his legs, and the cigarette butt in his hand was flickering.

Seeing Ethan's appearance, Siobhan kicked his feet on each other, loosened the shoes, and then flicked them lightly, and the shoes hit the wall next to Ethan.

She grabbed the handcuffs and looked at Ethan defiantly.

"And then? Just handcuff me?"

Ethan stood up and grabbed her ankle, "Of course not, I couldn't do anything just now, so I can't do anything too much now."

Siobhan's chest rose and fell sharply, and he bit his lip.

An hour later, Ethan walked out of the living room in a good mood, and took out a can of beer from the refrigerator.

He pinched the tab with his fingers, and with a bang, the beer bubbled out, and he took a sip comfortably.

"Get me a bottle too."

Siobhan's hoarse voice came from the bedroom, and it was a little lazy.

"Wait a moment."

Ethan responded casually, then took another can of beer and closed the refrigerator door.

When he was about to go back to the bedroom, his footsteps stopped.

Attracted by the things hanging on the wall, he raised the corner of his mouth, grabbed Siobhan's town police uniform, and strode towards the room.

The next morning, Ethan stood up vigorously again.

No way, Siobhan's thigh was on top of him.

"Are you awake?"

Siobhan moved his thigh slightly again and said in a low voice.

He turned sideways, and Siobhan was blinking at him, still wearing last night's shirt.

The dark blue town police shirt made her skin fairer, and Ethan took the cigarette from her mouth.

"Smoking is bad for your health."

He shook his head, exhaling smoke.

"what time is it now?"

Siobhan glanced at the alarm clock next to him, "It's still early, why don't we exercise again?"

Ethan put out the cigarette butt on the ashtray she handed over, nodded and said:
"Exercise is good for the body."

After another bout of sweaty exercise, the two went to the bathroom to rinse together. Siobhan noticed the scar on the back of Ethan's thigh and squatted down to help him check it.

"This is from last time? Your scar is not big and can be repaired. I have a friend who works as a doctor in New York. Can I contact her for you?"

The place stabbed by Martin, although said to have healed long ago.

But the scar never disappeared, and Ethan didn't really care about it.

Hearing what Siobhan said now, he also became interested, so after taking a breath, he whispered:
"If it's not troublesome, you can contact her for me, hiss, look at your teeth."

The two lingered in the bathroom for a while, and then drove to the police station one after another.

A week later, Siobhan took a business card and handed it to Ethan, saying that he had made an appointment with him and could come anytime.

Ethan flipped through the business card, Mary Sebastian, with a phone number and address on the back.

With nothing to do, Ethan simply took two days off and spent some time in New York.

(End of this chapter)