Chapter 295 All The Likely Suspects

• The walk back to the apartment with Timothy was tense. The sight of the police officers lingering by the building sent shivers down my spine. As we approached, they couldn't resist taunting us.
• "Well, well, if it isn't the lovebirds returning," one of them sneered, a malicious grin on his face. I could feel Timothy's anger radiating, but I tightened my grip on his hand, silently urging him to ignore their baiting.
• "Just keep walking, Timothy," I whispered, my own nerves on edge. We passed by them, the tension thick in the air. Once inside the building, I let out a sigh of relief, but my worry lingered.