Chapter 285

Michael seemed to desperately want me to believe in him. "Michael—" Yasmin called out, as if she couldn't bear to be separated from him for a single second. Michael frowned and remained standing, as Yasmin walked over to hug his arm. He did not push her away, but looked at me worriedly, as if afraid that I might be jealous. "Wait for me in the car," Michael told Yasmin. She hesitated. "There are reporters out there. The police have brought Steven away, you'll be fine," he continued in a low voice. Yasmin gritted her teeth and glared at me begrudgingly. She then reluctantly left. "Stephie—" Michael started to say, as if wanting to explain to me. "You're such a gentleman, Mr. Ford," I remarked sarcastically. Michael said, "She had once saved me after all, Stephie. I promised that I would keep her safe. The killer already had their eyes on her, and the police cannot provide round-the-clock protection for her. I—" He was trying to make me understand him as he said, "I'm only doing