Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

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Chapter 200

| couldn’t help but laugh despite myself as he managed to tickle my funny bone. “Alright, hold tight. I'm off to

run you a bath.”

He nodded obediently, but as | turned away, | noticed a shadow pass over his face, his expression darkening.

When | cback to tell him the tub was ready, | could have sworn | saw him fiddling with my phone.

“Phoebe, my hand really hurts.”

Just as | was about to grab my phone, he winced, claiming his hand was in pain. Sure enough, the white bandage

was soaked through with blood.

| quickly fetched the first aid kit, redressed his wound, and coaxed him into the bath, drying his

hair afterward.

He was as docile as a golden retriever, quietly lettingtake care of him.

By the tI'd put His Highness to bed, | was dead on my feet.

He gavea wry smile and pulledinto his embrace. “Phoebe... tfor sleep.”

| was reluctant, sensing skind of schin the air. But exhaustion overcsuspicion, and as soon as | lay

down in his arms, sleepiness washed over me.

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His room always had this subtle scent of sandalwood, comforting and perfect for a peaceful sleep.

And | drifted off.

There was no need to check on Melody and Dexter since they were just playing their games; | had already

alerted the cops.

Robin was on his way, and he’d be much more useful than me. If it was all an act, Robin would give them a piece

of his mind.

But if it wasn’t... with Robin there, hopefully, the perpetrator would be caught.

That night, | dreamed Dexter stood before me, drenched in blood, smiling. “Phoebe, I've cto join you.”

| recoiled in disgust, but he kept advancing.

“Phoebe... I'm sorry; how about I join you and the kid in the afterlife?”

| shouted back at him, “No! Stay away! You'll taint my path to reincarnation.”

His eyes brimming with tears, he said, “Phoebe, I'm sorry, | never knew how to love anyone else. | just wanted

you to fall for me...”

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“Get lost!” | screamed.

In my struggle, | must have kicked something hard.

My eyes snapped open, my breath quick, sweat beading on my forehead.

As | cto, the daylight was already spilling into the room.

Turning around, | saw Colin sitting on the floor, his fluffy head peeking out, eyes looking at me. innocently.

“I...” What did I do to him?

“Phoebe... you kicked me.” Colin’s voice was laced with injury as he climbed onto the bed, taking my hand. “Rub

it, it hurts.”

Apparently, | had kicked him really hard. He was only wearing boxer shorts and placed my hand near his groin.

| blushed furiously. What was he playing at this early in the morning?

“Phoebe... it's swollen.” He looked atwith puppy-dog eyes, implying my kick had left a mark.

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Sometimes, | really felt like calling the cops on him. Was he playing dumb or truly clueless?

“You...” | warned him with a pointed finger to cut the act, but he just playfully bit my finger.

| couldn’t be bothered with him and wanted to check my phone.

“Phoebe... I'm starving.” And with that, he pinneddown and kissed me.

| suspected he was deliberately stallingfrom checking my phone, but | had no proof. Every the'd pout,

what could I do?

“Phoebe...” He always liked to call my nin moments of passion.

The sunlight was warm, filtering through the sheer curtains into the room.

Everything felt like a dream, yet the flush in my cheeks and the heat coursing through my veins keptacutely

aware.

| must be going mad.

The phone buzzed incessantly, and | reached out, pushing Colin away with disdain.

When did | put it on silent?

The caller was an unknown number.

“Where are you? It's Stella. Why aren’t you answering mine or Robin's calls? Dexter's in trouble!”

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