Chapter 43. Hero of the Night

Fenella’s POV

I waited at the police station in quite a dreadful condition. People might have found me strange with my smeared makeup. It was a far cry from the glamorous, sparkling outfit I was wearing.

The police officer gave me a cup of warm tea, and it turned out to be effective in calming my nerves since earlier. At least I had something to occupy my time while waiting for Laird. I could only sip the warm tea slowly while keeping an eye on my phone charging on the table.

"Miss Baxter, your lawyer is here."

The officer approached me quietly. I immediately turned and saw Laird standing behind the officer. He hadn't even changed his clothes. It was as if he had just come out of a club, though I didn't know where he had been all this time.

His gaze was no longer as fierce as the last time I saw him on stage. Now his forehead was furrowed with a look that resembled pity. It seemed contacting Laird for help was indeed a bad idea. Now his gaze, full o