"Class four radiation sources won't cause major issues with brief exposure. It's you, suffering from a stomach ache due to anxiety," Shawn remarked.
"Shawn, thank you for being with me these past few days. I don't know how I could have coped without you," Jennifer said, fragile like a swaying gardenia, evoking sympathy.
As Shawn reached out to comfort her, his gaze fell upon me not far away.
His hand froze in mid-air, the tenderness in his eyes turning into awkwardness, then disgust.
"Sandra, you blocked me, talked about divorce, and now you're following me. You don't have anything else to do?"
I avoided his gaze, pulling my eyes away.
Jennifer approached me gently.
"Sorry, Sandra, Shawn was worried I might do something rash, so he took me out to relax. Don't misunderstand," she said innocently, playing the victim as if I were the troublemaker.
I pointed to their closely touching shoulders. "Are you sure he's not your husband?"
Shawn frowned, slightly irritated.
"What are you talking about? There was a leak of radioactive materials at the lab, and I'm just cooperating with the police in the investigation with Jennifer. You make it sound like I'm cheating."
I didn't care anymore.