Love's Redemption (Chris and Maddie)

Chapter 292

"Madeline!" It was Yerick, and the grin he flashed me was nothing short of feral delight.

My lips curled at the sight of him. It truly was my lucky day. "What? Did you get in trouble or something?"

It was unlikely Yerick had come to the police station for the fun of it.

He nodded and said without shame, "I got caught driving without a license."

This reminded me of the birthday party he had invited me to. He was still underage. I drawled

sarcastically, "Congratulations."

"Thank you," Yerick replied graciously, unaffected by my withering tone.

Unlike him, I had bigger things to worry about. Dropping the conversation altogether, I cut a look at the administrator in the midst of retrieving the case file for me.

The administrator stared unblinkingly at the computer screen, still searching. I wondered if it took so long because my father's case had happened over a decade ago. Yerick leaned close to me and asked curiously, "What are you doing here, Madeline?"

an errand."

hero. "What kind of errand? Is it a tough one? If it is, I could hook you up with

looking for someone to

a license. If he had, I reckoned he would be behind

smugly. "I'm

about Chris' appearance earlier. From the looks of it, he had come to save

next second, I felt a nudge against my shoulder as Yerick inched closer. He said in a low voice, "My brother-in-law and

him refer to Chris as his "brother-in-law' irked me to no end. I knew he said it on

good, thanks,"

some strings. I'll go and talk to him right now," Yerick offered, my affronted reaction only spurring him

knack for annoying others. However, I had become immune to such jestings, and I even learned to give a snappy comeback from time to time.

He then snorted

about discretion, so why wouldn't I stoop low enough to ask him to pull

gave up on his shenanigans. However, he started talking again after two seconds. "What are you having them look

and read the administrator's computer screen. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head backward, hissing, "Go away." "Ow! Ow! That hurts!" he yelled, though it was

further, the better," I warned as I released him and shoved him to

found the case file and said, "It'll be two dollars for printing. You may pay

phone