FRGL chapter 44

Kliman glared at Luo Hai with an unpleasant expression, clearly wanting to say more, but under Doyle’s gaze, she ultimately closed her mouth and shook her head. “Prosecutor Luo Hai is the lead on this case… It should be fully handled by him.”

“Now that’s the right answer.” Doyle’s smile remained unchanged. “Alright, Luo Hai, go ahead. Tell us your thoughts on the next steps.”

Luo Hai steadied himself and stood up. “Alright.”

…

By the time the meeting ended, it was already noon.

The attendees dispersed one by one. Before leaving, Kliman shot an unhappy glare at Luo Hai. Doyle was the last to exit, still smiling as he handed the report in his hand to Luo Hai.

“If Kliman gives you trouble again, just let me know. She scares easily—one word from me, and she won’t dare to make a sound.”

Luo Hai lowered his gaze slightly and took the report. “No, her proposal makes sense. She wasn’t targeting me.”

“If she really were targeting you, it’d be too late. You’re an Omega—how are you supposed to stand against a room full of Alphas?” Doyle raised an eyebrow.

“……” Luo Hai kept his head down and remained silent.

Doyle patted him lightly on the shoulder. “Do your best and wipe out that arrogant little organization. I have high expectations for you—don’t disappoint me.”

With that, Doyle slipped his hands into his coat pockets, smiled, and left with his secretary.

Luo Hai watched his figure disappear from view before lowering his head and flipping open the report Doyle had handed him.

He had expected some annotations and suggestions, but aside from the key points marked by the secretary, the pages were covered in casual doodles—little flowers, rabbits, cats—scattered across every page.

“……”

So, while the entire conference room had been tense and on edge, Doyle had been drawing these.

Colin approached, his pen still uncapped, his notebook filled with detailed meeting notes.

“If chief prosecutor Doyle hadn’t stepped in at the right moment, I don’t even want to imagine how things would’ve turned out.” Colin sighed.

“What else could have happened? At most, I’d be demoted, and then Kliman would take over the Lightwing Society case herself.” Luo Hai said lightly, taking Colin’s pen and capping it for him.

Colin immediately objected. “That can’t happen! With her childish ideas, forget about eliminating the Lightwing Society—she’d probably fall right into their trap and become a stepping stone for them.”

Luo Hai chuckled softly.

“…Though, to be honest, before you gave your full analysis, I also thought you were opposing Oddis’ execution for personal reasons,” Colin admitted, scratching his cheek. “I didn’t expect your reasoning to be so thorough—I hadn’t even considered that many factors.”

Luo Hai didn’t respond, avoiding Colin’s gaze.

Colin’s smile faltered for a brief moment.

His boss had really opposed Kliman’s proposal purely for the greater good… right?

“Take this to my office, then get back to your own work.” Luo Hai handed Colin the report. “I need to make a trip to the Criminal Investigation Unit.”

Colin suppressed the faint unease rising in his chest, nodded, and left quickly.

……

The entire day was so hectic that Luo Hai barely had time to drink water. By the time he left the police station, it was already past 7 PM.

The prosecutor’s office building was mostly dark, with only a few scattered windows still illuminated. Most people had already gone home.

It wasn’t until then that Luo Hai finally had a moment to check his phone. And just as if it had been timed, the moment he picked it up, a new message appeared on the screen.

It was from Eugene.

The content was ordinary, the tone neutral—no emojis, no extra punctuation. As if nothing had happened.

[What do you want to eat tonight?]

As if today was just another normal day.
As if they would continue sharing the same apartment for a long, long time.

A dull ache spread through Luo Hai’s heart, like a slow-acting poison, like fire scorching his skin, like a needle piercing into his flesh over and over again.

The pain had lasted so long, so persistently, that his heart had begun to grow numb, losing all feeling.

Luo Hai turned off his phone screen and slipped it back into his pocket, heading straight for his office.

The night was pitch black, the drizzle never ceasing, thick clouds blotting out the moon and stars.
At first, the streets were still illuminated by streetlights, but as time passed and the night deepened, even those lights gradually went out.

The city fell into slumber.
From a distance, only one window remained lit—at the very end of the third-floor hallway.

By the time Luo Hai lifted his head from his documents, the clock on the wall showed 2:05 AM.

His head was heavy with exhaustion, his temples throbbing as if needles were stabbing into them.
Finally, he pushed back from his desk, put on his coat, and grabbed his umbrella.

No new messages had arrived on his phone.

In any case, by this hour, there was no way Eugene would still be awake.

Raindrops pattered against the car window, the windshield wipers unable to clear them completely.
Luo Hai folded his umbrella and stepped into the building, rain dampening one side of his shoulder.

Just before he turned the key in the lock, he reminded himself that next time it rained, he should wear an overcoat over his suit.

Then, he froze.

It was the middle of the night, yet every single light in the apartment was on, illuminating the entire space as bright as day.
Eugene was seated neatly at the dining table, looking at him calmly.

On the table was a full spread—seafood rice, braised prawns, sticky rice chicken, and seaweed soup—lined up from left to right.
But none of the dishes had any steam left. The oil had started to congeal.

The tableware remained untouched, arranged neatly, just like Eugene’s gaze resting on him.

“You’re back.” Eugene’s voice was calm.

The air seemed to freeze. Luo Hai felt as if his chest had been stuffed with cotton, oxygen trapped in his lungs, neither going in nor out.

After a long moment, he finally moved his lips, his voice hoarse. “I already ate.”

“But you didn’t reply to my message.” Eugene said. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s past two in the morning!” Luo Hai snapped, barely suppressing his anger. “Stop joking around!”

“You didn’t reply to my message.” Eugene’s expression remained calm, but his gaze bore into Luo Hai with an almost tangible weight.
“If you had already eaten, why didn’t you tell me?”

This was ridiculous.

All of this—utterly ridiculous.

Luo Hai set down his briefcase and turned toward the bedroom. “I’m going to sleep.”

But he hadn’t taken a single step before Eugene grabbed his wrist.

“Did you forget something?”

“I am not eating your food at two in the morning!” Luo Hai glared at him.

Eugene’s grip tightened. His gaze was cold, sharp—completely different from his usual self.
“I meant something else.”

Then, with a swift tug, he effortlessly pulled Luo Hai closer, his amber eyes locking onto Luo Hai’s. Slowly, he said:

“You promised. Twice a day.”

Luo Hai’s arm ached from the force of Eugene’s grip. He struggled, but an Omega, no matter how hard they tried, was no match for a determined Alpha.
“Let go!” he growled.

Eugene didn’t respond. He didn’t let go.

Instead, he pinned Luo Hai against the wall and kissed him.

In the struggle, Luo Hai’s leg knocked over the tableware. Plates and bowls crashed to the ground, food scattering across the floor in a series of sharp, ringing noises.

The forceful kiss nearly stole his breath.
It wasn’t until a long while later that Eugene finally loosened his hold slightly.

In that instant, Luo Hai swung his fist up, landing a direct punch to Eugene’s jaw without hesitation.

Eugene’s head snapped to the side from the impact.
His teeth bit into the inside of his mouth, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his lips.

“Are you insane?” Luo Hai forced the words through clenched teeth. “It’s over! You’ve already lost! In one week, you’ll be executed! You and your little organization are completely finished! I’ll make sure every last one of them is sent to the execution ground!”

Eugene silently stared at Luo Hai. The face that always wore a frivolous smile and made jokes was now expressionless, as cold as the water in an icy cavern.

“Yeah, I lost. So there’s nothing left for me to lose,” Eugene calmly wiped the corner of his mouth. “Now, I don’t have to worry about being abandoned by you, and I don’t have to be afraid of you hating me anymore.”

A terrible premonition surged in Luo Hai’s heart. Just as he tried to escape, Eugene seized him with even greater strength.

This time, Eugene unleashed a massive amount of pheromones without restraint. The scent of strong liquor flooded the entire room almost instantly.

The concentration of pheromones is often a key factor in defining an Alpha’s strength.

Luo Hai had always known that Eugene wasn’t as weak as he appeared—but he had never imagined it would be this overwhelming.

The sheer density of pheromones was suffocating. Pain erupted violently through Luo Hai’s body. Before Eugene even touched him, his legs had already gone weak, and he slid to the floor, losing all ability to resist.

At such an overwhelming concentration, not to mention an Omega—even a physically weaker Alpha would struggle to breathe under the pressure.

He had lived with Eugene for nearly a month, and they had even been intimate multiple times, yet he had never seen this side of Eugene before.

This meant that during all that time together, Eugene had been suppressing his pheromones, never once releasing them fully.

However, the current situation no longer allowed Luo Hai’s chaotic mind to process anything further, because Eugene had already leaned in and kissed him again.