Entangled With The CEO Brothers

He could not help but pull me into the car and drive towards the police station.

I was a little apprehensive along the way, and the few times I tried to speak up he blocked me out.

“Patrick what the hell are you doing!” I huffed, “You’re a great cop, aren’t you? You’re back on vacation, not back on a case … Besides, you can’t handle this case!”

“Laura, you be quiet first!” His tone was quite a bit milder, “I don’t believe anything said about this matter! That’s why I want to take you back to the police station to take a look.”

“What’s there to see?”

“You don’t know, do you?” He gave me a look, “I took blood samples from people in The Lynch Family when I was investigating that Anne case.”

I froze, “So what?”

“If you have a blood sample, you can do a DNA match!”

“The DNA has already been done!” I was helpless.

“What’s been done is you and Carter, right?” He said, “What about yours and Cameron’s? Has it been compared?”

“Is that necessary?”

“Laura,” he smiled, “we police are all about evidence! You can’t go by inference alone, there has to be hard evidence!”

I followed him to the police station, since it was the weekend, there were only officers on duty. I covered my face with a scarf and pressed my hat down, and followed him into the sample room.

Patrick found The Lynch Family’s blood samples in the middle of a pile of samples.

Everyone’s was there but Cameron’s. He patted his head and sighed, “Ugh, this is something I neglected to do … It was Cameron who asked me to look into Anne’s case in the first place, and when I took the sample, I didn’t take his.”

I shrugged, with or without his sample, the result is actually the same.

“Laura,” he said softly, “I’ve always found this suspicious. Keep an eye out and try to convince Cameron to do a DNA match with you.”

“Patrick …,” I said helplessly.

“You must listen to me!” His stubbornness is unrivaled, “You and Cameron are brother and sister, this is ridiculous. It’s not like I haven’t seen Sunny before. I’ve seen Sunny before. If two siblings have similar genes, most of the children born will have genetic diseases, but what about Sunny? She’s healthy and smart, she doesn’t even look like she’s got a problem!”

I nodded. “This is a problem I’ve also suspected … Sunny may be a special case.”

“Whether it’s a special case or not, it all has to be said with evidence.” He laughed, “I’m a very strict cop!”

“Aye! Uncle cop!” I laughed too, “But … Cameron is angry with me right now, how can he go with me to do DNA?”

“That’s not hard.” He thought for a moment, “Actually, DNA doesn’t have to have the person in question present, there’s his hair, blood, or even a used towel toothbrush with his fibers on it, all can be DNA verified!”

After that I started to keep an eye on the matter.

To be honest, Patrick has a point. Things have to be based on evidence, not on inference alone. Carter and I are brother and sister, there’s evidence for that one, and me and Cameron? Just an inference.

But little by little I realized that trying to get Cameron’s hair or blood or whatever was nothing like as difficult as convincing him to go with me for a DNA test!

First of all, he’s ignoring me.

And secondly, even if he did, it was on Sunny’s behalf. He comes to check on Sunny, leaves after checking on him, or just takes Sunny outside to play, and sends him back at night, without even entering the house, and has zero communication with me.

I’ve thought about letting Sunny do this, but it’s just a favor. But Sunny, this little girl, once she plays, she leaves everything behind.

Then I came up with a solution.

That night I asked Yasmin to take care of Sunny at home, and I booked a room at a clubhouse on the beach. The room was located on the top floor, overlooking the beach, with a unique view.

Then I messaged Cameron: “Sunny’s school has an event at the Marina Clubhouse and both parents are required to attend. Can you come?”

After a while, he did reply, “Send me the address and come right over.”

I snickered at the success of the ploy, I was going to have to pull his hair out this time!

Cameron arrived at the room as promised, however, once he entered and found me alone, he immediately realized what was going on. He grunted softly, then turned to leave when I snapped a few steps in front of him, stopping me in the doorway.

“Heh, what for?” He laughed coldly, his gaze contemptuous, “These days your boyfriend does not accompany you? Are you empty and lonely?”

“Cameron,” I pursed my lips, “If I were to ask you out alone, would you refuse to come?”

“Do you think so?”

“So you’re just going to ignore me for the rest of your life?”

“Laura,” he smiled faintly, “You’re the one who said Rafael was your boyfriend in front of all the press, you can’t have forgotten that so quickly, can you? Or did you use it and realize that Rafael’s old man couldn’t satisfy you at all? That’s why you came to me again? Doing it with me is more comfortable?”

“You …”

I glared at him angrily.

A mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Yes, I was pretty ridiculous the way I was right now, and I had brought all this on myself. I was the one who hurt him in the first place, and I expect him to have something nice to say about it?

I took a deep breath, vaguely smelling his faint scent.

Surprisingly, there was a thumping agitation in that moment.

I moved closer to him, my hand gently hooked around his neck, closed the door behind me with my foot, and deliberately laughed, “Yes, it’s still the most comfortable with you …”

“Bitch.” He looks at me coldly.

“Cameron,” I slipped my fingers into his hair, “let’s …”

“Don’t touch me!” He pushed me away.

I’d lost the battle, I was clearly just about to get his hair!

“Laura, why are you so disgusting right now!” He glares at me, “I’m telling you, you’re no longer anything between us now other than being my daughter’s own mother! You stay away from me, it’s dirty!”

“Is that what you really mean?” I looked at him, “I don’t believe it!”

I became unashamed in that moment. One was for his hair, and the other was … that I really moved.

I wanted him like crazy.

I went up to him and hugged him, and he pushed me out of the way several times. Then I went straight for his hair and scratched a few bloody marks on his face – there were his body fibers in my fingernails for DNA identification as well!

Cameron was completely pissed off at me.

He glared at me hard, like a lion about to lash out, his whole being radiating a vicious and biting aura.

“Laura …” he stepped closer to me, his big palm a grasp on my waist, “Since you’re so horny, I’ll satisfy you!”

That night was extremely crazy.

He didn’t move on me, he let off steam. He tortured me like crazy, the two sensations of pain and pleasure intertwined in my body, I was sent to heaven one moment, and then sent to hell the next.

Early the next morning, he left without a word.

I was such a bitch that I was probably worse than a whore in his eyes.

The king-sized bed was a mess, the sheets crumpled underneath me, and I had traces of him all over me. I found his hair on the pillow and carefully tucked it away, sighing softly.

Not only did I get his hair that night, he left something else behind … My face heated up as I rubbed the sheet up and took it to the police station along with my hair.

Patrick said that the test results would not come out until ten days later.

A big stone in my heart fell to the ground, in fact, my heart also secretly hidden a small expectation … Expect the test results to come out, Cameron and I do not have any blood relationship.

So we can be together openly and honestly, right?

I involuntarily laughed out loud when suddenly a car pulled up beside me.

“Laughing while walking, what’s so funny?”

The window drops and it’s Rafael’s angular face.

He opens the car door for me and I sit next to him. His eyes stopped on me and I realized that he probably saw the marks on my neck …

My face heated up and I was busy covering it with the collar of my jacket, coughing twice in embarrassment.

His face changed, “You were together last night …?”

I lowered my head and twisted my fingers in my clothes.

His smile had a different meaning, “Heh, you two are really … in love.”

“Rafael,” I whispered, “I’m sorry to … you.”

“You and I have nothing to be sorry about.” His voice was flat, “There’s nothing between us, no contract, and the promises are all one-sided on my part. So who you stay with is your freedom.”

I take a deep breath and steal a couple glances at him. I couldn’t see any ripples from his face, but I had a vague feeling that he was getting angry.

“Rafael, I don’t know what to say … I know you’ve been good to me, and I’ve failed you in that goodness, I …”

“Don’t say anything.” He stopped at a red light and turned his face, giving me a small smile, “Look like I’m blackmailing you or something. I’m not that petty.”

I pursed my lips.

“Are you going to see Cameron again in the next couple days?” He asked.

I was stunned, not knowing what he meant by his question.

“If you do see him, let him know.” He looked serious, “Carter might turn on him.”

“What?” I stared.

He looks at me and whispers, “You heard right, it’s Carter. your own brother.”

“What does he want?”

“I’m not sure exactly.” He frowns slightly, “I know a little bit about his beef with Cameron, The Lynch Group is in Cameron’s hands right now, Ethan, Mellisa, and Carter, they didn’t get anything out of it, swept off their feet so to speak by Cameron. ”

“So it’s only natural that Carter would want revenge.” He said.

I couldn’t help but feel my heart tighten.

“Anyway, remind Cameron to act carefully these days.” He spoke in a gentle tone, “I’ve also heard about this occasionally from a couple of friends at the mall, and Carter may be making a move.”

“Well, thank you.” I was grateful.

“You don’t have to worry too much,” he laughed softly, “Think about it, Carter has nothing now, what can he do? He has no money, he can’t be of any use in the mall, and he doesn’t have many contacts that would pose much of a threat to Cameron.”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“He can’t threaten Cameron in any of those ways,” he said, “the only thing he can do is set Cameron up in terms of his personal safety.”

I nodded, he had a point.

“I’ve been warned about everything that needs to be warned about.” Rafael looked at me, his gaze gentle, “I’ve done my best for you ….”

He pulled over to the curb and I got out, watching him walk away.

The emotion of that moment was indescribable, I had a feeling I would owe him more.

When I got back to my senses, I began to worry about Cameron; Rafael’s analysis was correct, Carter was now a vicious man, and it was definitely his personal safety that was at stake for Cameron.

Cameron is usually followed in and out of the house, Carter is afraid that it will be difficult to strike. But those people can’t protect him 24 hours a day, there is always a time when there is a gap.

Thinking of this, I immediately went to Cameron’s house.

He was the one who opened the door for me, and as soon as he saw me, there was still an unconcealed mockery and contempt in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He leaned against the doorframe, “Didn’t you toss and turn enough last night?”

I knew he was going to say something like that.

I ignored him and pushed past him and squeezed through the door, Cameron froze, then shouted after me, “Laura, what are you doing?”

I barged into the bedroom, pulled out my suitcase, and shoved all the clothes from his closet into it.

Then quickly packed up everything he had: belt, tie, socks, and underwear.

When I was done packing I carried both suitcases downstairs to the living room.

Cameron looked at me wide-eyed, held his tongue for a long moment, and exploded into a low growl, “Laura!”

“Yeah, I didn’t fold enough!” I looked at him with my chin up, “So I’ve come to pack your things.”

“What the hell do you want!”

“Pack your stuff and come live with me!”

It was the most direct thing I could think of.

Keeping an eye on him twenty-four hours a day, limiting his range of motion to just under my nose, so that Carter didn’t have a chance to take advantage of it.

Cameron didn’t appreciate it, though. He looked at me askance and sneered, “So impatient? Looks like Rafael really can’t get enough of you.”

“What do you care.” I said lightly, “It’s not like I’m with him right now. I’m taking Sunny and staying out here.”

He frowned, “Where are you staying?”

I looked at him quietly, “The apartment … is the one you bought me before, the one with the glass sunroom.”

Cameron’s brow twitched slightly.

He followed me back to the house under my coercion.

Sunny was so happy to see him that she swooped over like a little bird, asking him to read stories, showing him her new dolls, and pestering him to take her to the playground.

Yasmin also smiled, “This is good, this is what a family looks like!”

Cameron hummed lightly, “Heh, family? I’m afraid the big star has forgotten how to spell family.”

I gave Yasmin a wink, telling her to take Sunny out first, then threw him a small card. “Cell access card, keep it. The door to the house is a fingerprint lock, and you set your fingerprints then, so I don’t think they’ve been erased over the years, have they?”

He glanced at me impatiently.

I smiled and continued, “Since you live together, you are a member of this family. You’ll share the chores appropriately!”

“What?”

“Mr. Cameron, how about you contract for tonight’s meal? I kind of miss your crab roasted oats!”

“Laura, don’t go too far!”

Cameron threw that down and then started to look around, from the living room to the attic, like a lion patrolling his territory, leaving every corner untouched.

I knew what he was looking for.

Probably traces of another man.

I was dumbfounded. Such childish behavior for such an adult.

However, an inexplicable feeling of emotion … welled up in my heart I think that he still cares about me.

Just like that, we lived together again.

This time I felt like a heroine, protecting the people I wanted to protect at all times. I followed him around from time to time, he went to work, I waited downstairs, and waited until he was completely out of favor with me, and also finally moved his office to his home.