69. Chapter 69 69 "Persuasion"

Author: vaguely

Chapter 69 69. “Persuasion”

Dawn breaks through the gloom, and a bright fish-belly white appears on the skyline.

Still wearing the same professional suit, Bud Burton dragged his tired body back to 130 West Ninth Street.

Crunch——

The door opens.

"I'm back, baby!"

Bud had a bright smile on his fair and handsome face, stood at the door and opened his arms.

But after he waited for half a minute, his soft-spoken wife came out and hugged him warmly, pressing her face against his chest to feel his body temperature and heartbeat.

He was greeted only by darkness and silence in the hall.

Bud was at the door, looking at the horrifyingly empty hall, his lips trembling and his face frighteningly white.

"No more."

He untied the tie that was suffocating him, walked to the sofa in the living room in despair and sat down, covering his face, shrugging his shoulders, and sobbing silently twice.

Jingle bells.

The phone next to the TV suddenly rang.

Bud wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, suppressed his heartbreak, walked over and answered the phone.

"Good morning, Mr. Bud Burton?"

"Yes, who are you?"

"I am Carl from the LVPD. We have found some suspects. I hope you can come to the LVPD to identify them."

"Thank you, Officer Carl. I'll be there soon."

Bud hung up the phone and was about to go to the bathroom to wash up.

Bang bang.

The knock on the door rang again.

"Who are you?" Bud looked at the young Asian face outside the cat's eye, feeling a little confused for a moment.

"I'm Dean Lu. I was here last night with Officer Thomas and Carl."

"Oh, I'm a little impressed."

"It's like this. I have found a very important clue. I think it is necessary to discuss it with you in advance. Is it convenient for you to see?"

"But Carl from LVPD called me just now and asked me to go to the station to identify the suspect."

"Let's talk first, soon."

Dean entered the room and sat down in front of the sofa, looking into the bloodshot eyes of the man who was preparing hot coffee.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"I stayed in a hotel in the city for one night," Bud handed Dean the coffee, sat down next to him, looked at the dark TV, and said sadly, "To be honest, I changed the bed.

, and I really can’t sleep without Carter by my side.”

"But you will have to endure this discomfort for a long time." Dean picked up the coffee and blew on the hot air. He looked at Bud with sharp eyes and observed his posture: his sitting posture was not like that of most men.

The legs are spread apart as usual, but the knees are very close together; his upper arms are very close to his ribs, and his forearms are turned out, which is different from ordinary men's open forearms and forearms clasped outwards...

"You love your wife very much."

"Carter is the center of my life and the driving force of my struggle. I work hard so that she and our future love can live a good life. But now that she is gone, all of this is meaningless."

Bud had a despairing look on his face, and there was no trace of acting at all.

Dean took a sip of coffee, the steaming smoke brushed his cheeks, his eyes shrank into a line, emitting light as sharp as a blade,

"Mr. Bud Burton, since you love Carter so much, why did you neglect her and hurt her by cheating on her?"

After the words fell, there was a moment of silence in the hall, and the harmonious atmosphere around the sofa suddenly became sharp and biting.

"Cheating? Mr. Dean, this joke is not funny at all."

Bud's cheeks twitched, and he stiffened his neck to reveal a fake and stiff smile.

Dean calmly examined the man's awkward expression and shook his head.

"I don't like to beat around the bush, so I'll tell you straight. I already have sufficient evidence. Your marriage to Carter is in name only. You have been married to her for three years, but you often leave her behind on the pretext of working overtime.

I was alone, fooling around outside until late at night before going home."

"Where did you hear these lies? This is slander. Be careful, I will sue you!" A trace of blood appeared on Bud's face. He stood up as if he was offended, with his right hand curled up in front of his chest, and his palm was like a chicken claw towards Dean.

Throw it out hard.

Dean didn't give him any chance to refute, and took a step closer to him, forcing him to back away from the corner.

"Where did the lies come from? Carter told me himself."

"This is impossible, Carter is gone, don't pretend to be a ghost!" Bud blushed and shook his hands, the coffee in the cup spilled to the ground, and the steam stained the carpet black, "Get out of my house immediately, I

Call the police!"

"After entering this house last night, I had a dream." Dean ignored the man's rebuttal and kept scolding her like a machine gun. "In the dream, Carter tearfully accused you of neglecting her. You betrayed her."

Behavior."

"You kept saying that you loved her more than life, but at the last moment of her life, you were not willing to confess to her honestly."

"Bud Burton, you are a cheating liar."

Plop!

Unable to retreat, Bud slid to the ground against the corner, his whole body as weak as a squid with its bones removed. Tears slid down his pale cheeks and wet the collar of his shirt.

Heavy breathing in the hall.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his red eyes and looked at Dean with fear on his face, as if looking at an evil ghost emerging from hell, "You, where did you know that?"

"I said that Carter told me herself in the dream, don't you believe it? She also told me many little secrets between you and your husband, listen carefully -"

"You made a five-year time deposit in the bank in Carter's name..."

"You hate apples so much."

"You should read for half an hour every day before going to bed."

…

Dean spoke for two minutes in one breath.

Bud opened his mouth wide, his expression as wonderful as a grand firework, and his initial suspicion turned into uncertainty.

"But why you? Why didn't Carter tell me himself?"

"Do you think everyone can communicate in their dreams?" Dean's expression and tone became calm again, and he looked down at the man, "I can do it, but you are just an ordinary person, you can only listen to me."

"Do you still want to refute now?"

Dreams, his departed wife, and a series of incredible topics turned Dibad's mind into a mess.

He took a deep breath and ruffled his short hair frantically,

"You're right. I'm a shameless bastard. I shouldn't have hidden Carter's secrets about dating other women. But I never played with her feelings. Until now, she is still the person I love most."

"It's just that our relationship is no longer a simple relationship between a man and a woman." Bud looked up and stared at the empty kitchen in the distance, his tone suddenly became gentle and guilty, "I can't leave her, and she can't leave me... We are dependent on each other.

family."

"Don't change the subject, why don't you want to give Carter daily comfort?" Dean asked,

Bud looked up at him and said,

"But I've done everything else! And you know what? There are five different ways to express love. My love for Carter is just missing one of them."

"Five ways to express love?" Dean cracked his knuckles and squatted down with a strange expression on his face, "Let me hear your opinion."

"The first is words of praise, positive words and expressions of love."

Bud's voice was steady and powerful, eager to prove himself,

"The second is the act of devotion, which expresses love through actions and completing certain things, such as caring, liking, working hard..."

“The third is material expression, giving the other party various gifts that can make her feel loved;

"The fourth is effective time, spending your own time focusing on the person you love, or the other person spending time focusing on you without being disturbed;"

"The fifth type is physical contact, which is the literal meaning."

"I have been with Carter for seven years and been married for three years. I am so familiar with her that I have lost all passion and impulse for intimacy. It's also my fault that I don't know how to cherish it. I always avoid using the fifth way to express love to her.

Express love.”
To be continued...