Chapter 169: The Intervention III
7 Eastbourne Rd.
"Is it really just sex?"
Lisa’s question caused everyone to remain silent; she gestured to the two geniuses on the sofa. "Look at you, you are more of a couple than Marco and I are. Regular date nights--" she started her argument.
"It’s called Game Night," Levi and Sam interrupted in unison, which Lisa ignored by continuing with her point. She turned to look at the redhead, "Sam, your coat is here. I checked the loo and your toothbrush and brand of shampoo is there too." Lisa pointed out. It wasn’t just Levi Jackson after all who has above average observational skills.
Marco’s eyes widened in the realization of what his wife was attempting to do. Was it possible there’s more than they were willing to tell? More so, was it also possible that the two may not know what they actually were at all?
"Levi, you’ve added coke and ice cream in your regular grocery list now, Mrs. Whitehall told me." he said, earning a scowl from the psychologist that basically said, ’Shut up, Marco’
Then the bearded man turned to Sam, "And you created an elaborate gift for his birthday." he said, recalling the month before. The well thought and incredibly planned gift that went on for a week, a fake case she crafted just to entertain the slicked blond on his birthday week. Something each of them found incredibly impressive, and they knew only she was capable of performing.
Elle sighed in the corner of the room, her arms crossed in front of her as she watched the couple try to make a point to the two geniuses. She stepped forward, catching everyone’s attention, "You’ve given him a key to your Lab, and your home..." she trailed, taking a deep breath. It was something that she initially thought was reckless, but knowing her after such a long time, she knew that Sam didn’t just do things for no reason. She saw something in the slicked blond that Elle couldn’t grasp completely. He was an asshole, no, he was still an asshole who admittedly had excellent fashion taste. But he was a brusque man, and she couldn’t comprehend his appeal other than his pretty face and undeniable wit.
"Not only that, you placed him in the bypass. You come to his beck and call---" she said, looking at Sam straight in the eyes. She paused, recalling the time the redhead was attacked in her home, resulting in the death of Rona and Mo. And the first person she thought of calling for help was that very man before them; slicked blond criminal psychologist Levi Knight Jackson.
Elle’s eyes fell on him, "...and oddly enough, he comes to yours too." She added, thankful that during the times that when she wasn’t there, the blond man was. And as unpleasant, as she found him, as irritating and self-serving and vain he was, he had always been there when she needed him. And for that, he has her respect and gratitude.