Chapter 511 He Got Angry
Maggie was all kinds of confused. Fiorello had barely let her settle in the car before he revved up the engine and sped off.
About thirty minutes later, he finally lost the tail and brought her to this swanky apartment.
This place was one of Fiorello's pads, decked out with everything. He didn't crash here often, but someone always kept it spotless.
The massive floor-to-ceiling windows gave a killer view of Cyberland's bustling cityscape.
Maggie stood by the window, curiosity getting the best of her. "Fiorello, why'd you bring me here?"
Before she could get another word out, he cupped her face and kissed her.
Months of pent-up longing and restraint had him losing control.
Fiorello kissed her like a man starved. Clothes started hitting the floor, and the room's temperature shot up, thick with intimacy.
She wanted him just as bad, with every beat of her heart and every inch of her body.
"Maggie," he whispered hoarsely in her ear. To him, she was always his woman, his wife.
With their hot skin and racing heartbeats, after that intense kiss, he pressed her against the window, wrapping her in his arms. Their foreheads touched as they panted.
The glass was one-way; they could see out, but no one could see in.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her body warmed up.
Maggie looked up and met his lust-filled eyes. "Fiorello, why?"
She couldn't wrap her head around why he still wanted to be with her.
Didn't he hate her?
After all, she was the one who killed Kimberly.
He looked at her, his deep eyes piercing through her thoughts, and said, "I think there's someone else behind my grandma's death."
Maggie was floored by his words.
It wasn't that she was shocked there might be someone else involved in Kimberly's death, but why Fiorello suspected it and how he knew.
Fiorello wrapped his arms around her waist and gently lifted her to sit on the window ledge. He caressed her face, his voice deepening. "I need to know, how many times did you stab my grandma that day?"
This was crucial and one of the reasons Fiorello had come to find her.
Hearing such a critical question from Fiorello, Maggie was sure he knew something.
"Once," Maggie said seriously and earnestly, "After I stabbed your grandma once, I freaked out and ran. I heard she died from a second stab. Do you know who did it?"
Fiorello didn't doubt Maggie's words. He had always trusted her.
If there was anyone in this world worth risking his life to trust, it was Maggie.
Fiorello said, "I don't have solid proof yet."
"Was it Jenny?" Maggie interrupted softly, "Francis came to see me. He told me there were issues with Mrs. Flores' death. He's been investigating secretly, but now that Jenny is pregnant and there's no evidence, it's hard to overturn the case."
"He's really invested in your case," Fiorello said, a hint of jealousy in his tone.
During this time, he had secretly visited her multiple times and naturally knew about her interactions with Francis.
Maggie sensed his anger and smiled. "As a cop, it's his job to catch criminals. What, are you mad?"
Fiorello frowned. "He's getting too close to you."
"How do you know he's getting close to me?" Maggie looked at his face, feeling very pleased. "Have you been spying on me?"
Caught off guard, Fiorello looked a bit uneasy and stubbornly said, "I was just passing by."
Maggie laughed. "Liar, I don't believe you. You're such a busy man. My daily routine is just setting up a stall, taking Adalia to school, and home. Such a fixed schedule, and you live in another district, your company is in another district. How could you just pass by?"
Fiorello affectionately pinched Maggie's nose. "You're so smart."
Maggie hugged his waist, contentedly saying, "Fiorello, I'm really happy that you always love me. Many people spend their whole lives searching for someone who shares their feelings and never experience the depth of loving someone to the core. I'm the lucky one. I have your love, and in my heart, there's only room for you. It's too small to hold anyone else."
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