Turning his back on Jason to look for the hand sanitizer, Edward couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Would he even be asking if he knew?"
However, Edward didn't linger.
Because everything would become clear when Giselle arrived.
Also, because...
The touch just now had felt utterly disgusting to him.
After washing his hands about ten times, Edward, smelling strongly of hand sanitizer, reemerged from the washroom just as little Bansey had already brought Giselle into the cafe.
Though the journalists outside were kept at bay by a human wall, they still persisted in snapping away with their cameras.
Edward paid no attention to these people as he walked directly toward the female pastry chef.
"Good morning, Giselle,"
Edward greeted.
"Good morning, Edward,"
the pastry chef replied, then turned her gaze to Jason.
"Jason, you knew something like this would happen and you were worried it would concern me, so you came to the police station alone, didn't you?"
She asked.
