Free The Mystery of Revenge by G. X. Chen Page B

wish Yi-yun had just stayed with him. If she had, she would still be alivetoday.”

 
    Chapter 10
     
     
     
    Paul Winderman looked at the man sitting across him and couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. The dark eyes at the back of the thick glasses were almost expressionless, but his tightly clenched muscle betrayed tremendous pain. Every line on his face was forcefully smoothed over to conceal the deep emotions he was trying tocontain.
    “I really don’t want to poke into your private life,” he said apologetically. “But to understand the reason why you and Yi-yun Lin divorced and why she ended up being killed, I need to hear from you what exactlyhappened.”
    Fang Chen dropped his eyes; his hands tugged unconsciously at his pants, trying to smooth out the nonexistingwrinkles.
    For more than ten minutes, nobody said a word. Paul Winderman waited patiently; he had been trained to get people open up to him. In most cases, they would if he waited long enough. Slowly, Fang Chen lifted his eyes and spoke in a very lowvoice.

    The night was deadly quiet, but Fang Chen could occasionally hear the dimmed sound of cars passing along the streets outside. He had been tossing and turning in vain to try to fall asleep as the events of the night spun inside hishead.
    It was almost midnight when Yi-yun opened the frontdoor.
    “Where have you been?” he asked. It was unusual for her to come home so late. In fact, this was the first time he had ever come home to a dark and emptyapartment.
    Instead of answering his question, she asked him rather innocently, “What time is it?” Flushed from the freezing air outside, her smile disappeared when she saw his icyexpression.
    “It’s almost midnight,” he said moodily, kicking off his slippers and climbing in their king-sizebed.
    “Sorry, I didn’t even notice the time,” Yi-yun said while taking off herjacket.
    She was whistling lightheartedly when she locked herself in the bathroom. What’s going on , Fang Chen wondered sourly. Only a few weeks ago, she would tell him without being asked if she were going to be out, particularly if it was late at night. Tonight, she didn’t even bother to answer hisquestion.
    “Where have you been?” he asked again when Yi-yun opened the bathroom door. “Were you at Jim’s house?” He knew she and June often outtogether.
    “No,” she said without looking at him. “I was with Tom. He played at the Ritztonight.”
    “Why do you,” Fang Chen asked, irritated, “have to follow him around like a brainless teenager? He’s not even a rockstar!”
    She turned around, and her beautiful eyes stared at him incredulously. “If you don’t realize by now, it’s because I like his music,” sheretorted.
    “It’s not that simple.” He raised his voice. “You’re married, Yi-yun. You can’t follow a guy around just because you like his music. It’s inappropriate. It’soutrageous!”
    “I don’t see anything inappropriate with my behavior. Tom doesn’t care if a member of his audience is married,” Yi-yun said coldly and left thebedroom.
    Yi-yun came back in an hour later. Quietly, she changed into a nightgown and turned off the lights. His heart sank when she slid under the blanket without kissing him a good night; she had never forgotten to kiss him before she went tobed.
    Something was wrong with the picture. She said she followed Tom because she liked his music, but the way she reacted earlier made Fang Chen feel that there was more to the relationship. Did she have feeling for him? Were they having anaffair?
    Yi-yun fell asleep almost immediately. Listening to the clicks of the clock on the nightstand, Fang Chen turned and tossed infrustration.

    He had first met Yi-yun more than three years ago when she showed up at his office door unexpectedly. He was a teaching assistant while pursuing his PhD. Yi-yun was looking for Dr. Smith, her teacher and his advisor. Standing in the doorway, she looked so timid and confused that Fang