“Fine, I’ll drop it,” Beasley agreed, as she asked. Still, the question of who had slipped the drug lingered in his mind—he would keep digging behind the scenes.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her. In fact, it was precisely because he believed she couldn’t have done such a thing that he was determined to get to the bottom of it. If someone truly had drugged her deliberately, what was their goal? Beasley needed to find out.
But his apology couldn’t wait any longer. If he delayed, he might not even have the chance to stand at her doorstep again.
Willow didn’t see Beasley’s easygoing attitude as a virtue. It felt like trying to land a punch and hitting nothing but air—the only one left frustrated was her.
“So, you came here today just to apologize, right? Well, you’ve said your piece. Why are you still here?” Willow didn’t bother to hide her impatience, bluntly telling him to leave.
Her hand tightened around the pepper spray nestled in her coat pocket. If Beasley dared to force his way in, the security chain would be the first line of defense, and his eyes would get the same treatment Connor’s had.
But Beasley didn’t move.
Willow figured as much. She was ready, her hand clenching the canister, waiting for him to test her boundaries.
Through the crack in the door, Beasley caught a glimpse of mockery and disdain in her eyes, and his heart sank. These days, it seemed that no matter what he said, she wouldn’t believe him—just as he’d refused to trust her before.
Bitterness welled up inside him, but at last, he nodded. “Alright, I’ll head out. Get some rest.”
He didn’t mention her visit to the police station earlier that day. Her opinion of him was already low enough; bringing it up would only make her think he had someone following her.
He wasn’t about to sabotage himself that way.
Willow stayed silent. Since he claimed he was leaving, she let the slam of the door serve as his farewell.
With a sharp click, the door closed right in his face.
Beasley lingered outside for a few moments before turning away and leaving.
Willow returned to her study, suddenly recalling the message Dorothy had sent her earlier. She figured Beasley must have approached Dorothy, hoping to use his own mother as a go-between.
That made it all the more important not to return Dorothy’s call. As long as Dorothy was safe, it didn’t matter if they never saw each other again.


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