the next day.
Lake opened his eyes and saw an ornament hanging from the ceiling.
"What are you looking at?"
"…"
Lake turned his head to look and saw Rachel walking in from outside wearing a loose T-shirt and holding two cups of coffee: "Look at this ornament."
Rachel came in with two cups and handed one to Lake: "Do you like it?"
Lake nodded: "Very special."
Just like everything that happened last night, it was very special.
How to say it.
If being with Seve felt like walking on a tightrope between two cliffs, then being with Rachel felt like hunting on the ancient African savannah, full of wildness and savagery.
So it's very special.
After hearing Lake's comments on the decorations she made, Rachel said thank you, then said a little embarrassedly, "Sorry for tearing your T-shirt."
Lake said, "It's okay."
"And your coat."
"fine."
"And pants."
"...fine."
After Lake finished speaking, he fell into silence.
All torn to pieces?
So what should I wear?
Lake looked up at the ceiling and glanced at Rachel, who was sipping coffee with her hair scattered and a smile on her lips. He also smiled, shook his head, and then found his phone to call someone.
"...Hello?"
"Get up and bring me some clothes."
"…What?"
"I remember I left a set of clothes in your apartment. Hurry and get it. I'll send you the address."
Lake called Betty who was still sleeping, and after hanging up, he edited a text message with the address here and sent it.
Fortunately, he changed into a suit while taking a shower this afternoon.
Fortunately, he didn't wear the suit that Sever gave him.
A blessing in disguise.
When Lake came to Washington once before, he slept in Betty's apartment in Washington. When he left, he left a set of clothes there and it has been hanging there all year round.
That year, a pervert appeared near Betty's apartment. He liked to break into single women's apartments and steal their underwear. If there was a man in the house, there would be no shortage of underwear. So Betty asked Lake to drop a suit and hang it there when he left, in order to prevent the pervert from breaking into the apartment.
After Lake hung up the phone, he looked at Rachel and said, "So, I probably have an hour to spare."
Rachel understood and smiled slightly, "Is that enough?"
Lake shrugged: "Try it?"
Rachel put the coffee cup aside: "Okay."
Next second.
Rachel's laughter resounded throughout the bedroom. In an instant, the bedroom once again transformed into the African savannah of ancient times.
Lake had said before that he didn't like married women, but now Rachel was divorced, so she was no longer a married woman.
Married women and widows.
These two are things Lake would never touch.
Others...
Lake can accept it.
Anyway, he has not established a so-called relationship with any woman at the moment. In fact, after killing Maureen with his own hands, Lake felt that he had a demon in his heart.
How to say it.
In order to prevent such things from happening again, Lake felt that there was no need to confirm the so-called relationship. It was not only tiring, but also easy for him to be labeled as a bad person. If they were not boyfriend and girlfriend, there would be no problem if he killed them.
Forty-five minutes later.
Lake's phone rang rapidly.
Rachel, who was riding on Lake, glanced at the ringing phone, leaned over to pick it up, panted slightly, and handed it to Lake: "Your boss's call."
boss?
Secretary Kelly.
After Lake answered the phone, he looked at Rachel who was riding again with a smile on his face: "Good morning, Minister."
Minister Kelly said directly: "In an hour, come to my office, I am not feeling well."
Finished.
Minister Kelly hung up the phone and looked at the front page headline of today's Sun with a serious look of displeasure.
Lake listened to the dead tone on the phone and chuckled.
Ten minutes later.
After Rachel's loud voice, the room fell into silence. Rachel lay on Lake's chest, panting: "Don't move, stay in there for a while."
Lake said, "Okay."
Fifteen minutes later.
The doorbell rang.
Open the door.
Standing outside the door, Betty looked at Rachel, who looked like a lady in fashionable clothes and glasses, and opened her mouth: "Uh... I don't know if it is."
Rachel smiled and said, "Betty Ross?"
Betty nodded.
Lake's voice came from the bedroom: "Here."
Betty blinked.
really.
You said you weren't interested, but ended up hooking up anyway?
You are worthy of it.
My brother.
Scumbag.
Oh.
Pooh.
Ten minutes later.
Lake, dressed in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses, walked out of the bedroom and kissed Rachel. "Sorry, something's up with the boss. See you later."
Rachel kissed back.
Thirty seconds later.
One minute later.
One and a half minutes later.
Betty, who was still twitching her eyelids, couldn't stand it any longer and coughed loudly: "Hi! Hello! I'm still here."
Lake let go of Rachel and glanced at Betty: "Let's go, what are you doing here, waiting for Rachel to treat you to breakfast?"
Betty shrugged: "I am... Hey, hey, hey, don't pull me, let me go..."
Downstairs of the apartment.
Lake got in the car directly.
With a bang.
Lake raised an eyebrow at Betty, who opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat: "What are you doing?"
Betty looked at Lake speechlessly. "I took a taxi to deliver the clothes so that you wouldn't have to wear someone else's ex-husband's clothes. And you're just crossing the river and destroying the bridge?"
Lake asked curiously, "Where's your car?"
Betty said unhappily, "The engine is broken, and I'm trying to save money to buy a new one. Can you sponsor me?"
Lake nodded.
My sister wants to buy a car, and as her brother, I need to provide some financial support.
Lake took out his wallet, counted out five Franklin notes and handed them over: "Here, you're welcome."
Betty was silent.
After a while.
Betty grabbed the five hundred dollars and refused to give it away.
Lake laughed, started the car, turned the car around, and drove towards Betty's apartment, intending to take Betty there first.
"That's right."
"what?"
Betty suddenly frowned and looked at Lake: "Are you and this female reporter serious?"
Lake smiled and said, "What do you think?"
Betty said, "Forget it."
Lake was puzzled. Wasn't this girl the one who brought them together before? "What's the reason?"
"She has a daughter."
"Adopted."
"She's divorced."
Betty said, "Mom will definitely have objections, and we have a tyrant in our family. Do you think General Ross would agree?"
Lake smiled and said, "Don't interfere in my affairs, kid. I'll just take care of you. Did you say you wanted to find a boyfriend? Have you found one yet? When can you pull him out for a walk and let me see him?"
Betty rolled her eyes: "Do you think it's a dog?"
Still taking a walk?
Lake laughed and stopped talking.
but...
What Betty said makes some sense.
Karen of Rockefeller could marry Ross, so naturally, Karen had no objection to any love, and she would never interfere in Lake's life as long as Lake didn't regret it.
But the tyrant General Ross that Betty mentioned?
Lake didn't take this to heart. He respected General Ross because he respected Karen. Besides, Lake didn't think there would be anything going on between him and Rachel.
At least.
Although Lake didn't have many requirements for the choice of his wife, at least she couldn't have children with other people.
This is the minimum.
There must be a bottom line. If there is no bottom line, Lake estimates that he will soon have no bottom line.
so...
Just watch.
Just treat it as a temporary collaboration.
Lake was very open-minded about this.
Homeland Security Building.
Lake walked into Minister Kelly's office almost on the hour, counting the seconds. "Good morning, Minister."
Minister Kelly looked up.
Two minutes later.
"Bang!"
Minister Kelly pointed to the Sun newspaper that he had thrown in front of him and said, "Look."
Lake took the Sun from the table.
Yo.
Not bad.
It was published on time. The front-page headline of The Sun was the sample that Rachel showed Lake last night. The cover was a photo of Lake in a suit and tie, holding two guns and firing in the White Palace.
So handsome.
It's worthy of being taken by the woman I like. The photography skills are just right.
As Lake thought about it, he looked at Minister Kelly curiously: "The photo is good, but the shirt is a little dirty. I'll contact him and see if I can take a new one."
Minister Kelly almost suffocated with anger.
Is this a photo thing?
Secretary Kelly took a deep breath and said, "This female reporter learned about the Secret Service's conspiracy from an insider."
The president said yesterday that it would be announced to the public that the director of the Secret Service was killed by gangsters. After all, the president and the director of the Secret Service have known each other for several years, so it would be better to save face since the person is dead.
but...
Today's report is a blatant slap in the face.
Maybe a special prosecutor will be needed to investigate this leak.
Lake said with an "oh" sound, "Well, Rachel called me and asked me about it. Then, I told her that when I left this morning, she asked me if it had any impact."
"You just said..."
Minister Kelly clutched his chest, which was heaving. Then, after a pause, he looked at Lake: "Wait, what did you just say, starting from her house? Jesus Christ, you had sex with her?"
Lake was unhappy: "Minister, what do you mean by "doing it"? I'm single, she's single, and we just love each other."
Minister Kelly sneered repeatedly: "Then you have never considered that he is using you to obtain information from you."
Lake nodded. "Of course I've thought about it, but how does her getting the information have anything to do with me sleeping with her?"
Minister Kelly covered his forehead and said, "Do you know what to do if the President asks you about this?"
Lake chuckled. "That's perfect! I'm giving you a reason. I've discovered I've offended too many organizations in Washington, so I'm going to smear myself. You taught me this. What is this? Political wisdom!"
Minister Kelly: "…"