Chapter 139: The Practical Joke V
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Sam watched the blond and her brows creased together in wonder, "Why so serious?" she asked, looking at the focused expression on his face. Levi had always enjoyed psychology, but he preferred a more practical approach in science if he was honest. Like chemistry and physics.
Levi turned to look at her, "You were conducting an experiment all this time." he verified, looking at her bare face. "Why would I wear those bloody heels at work?" Sam deadpanned, she thought he knew. She thought it was obvious, and she believed he knew since he never asked anything regarding it.
"Self inflict pain?" Levi suggested, both amused and relieved. "Is it over?" He asked when he heard her phone ’ding’ in her bag. Sam yawned, taking the available seat beside him on the sofa and looking at the book he was reading with slight interest.
"Yep." She answered, earning a satisfied smile from the psychologist after she blatantly ignored her mobile phone. Sam arched a brow, wondering why he was grinning, but she mirrored his smile before realizing it. "What?" She asked.
"Took you long enough. I hated those heels, clicking against the floor. Very distracting." Levi said as he leaned back and closed his eyes, getting back to the case she presented to him. A mental image of her exposed legs in heels caused the corners of his lips to curve upward. He would never admit it, but she looked lovely each time he saw her clad in those figure hugging dresses.
"Stop grinning like that, and solve the case." Sam said, poking his cheek. Levi swatted her hand away and said, "Be quiet." But he was still smiling.
"What’s running in your head right now, I don’t want to even imagine." Sam said, opening his book and reading it. He did have a morbid sense of humor. Only God knows what he was thinking, she thought.
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2 AM, Levi’s Flat
"Insulin!" Levi exclaimed hours later, unknown to him, and it was now officially the day later. He had been running all the information in his mind the whole night, missing dinner even. His eyes widened at the realization after looking at the time on his watch. And he thought the redhead probably left already. But her bag and jacket hanging on the back of the door made him think otherwise. He moved around the dimly lit flat; his feet led him to his bedroom with the door slightly ajar.
He pushed it open quietly; lying on the bed was the redhead wearing a pair of his gray shirt and Pajama pants. He walked in and lay on the other side of the bed, causing it to sink under his weight. Sam stirred, "Solve it?" she asked, eyes still closed, wrapped in his blanket.