Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 89

I kept a vigilant eye on our surroundings as I pulled Stella closer to me.

I

“Is someone there?” Stella whispered, peering into the box with me.

I shook my head, my gaze fixed on a shadowy figure not far down the alley.

Sensing our attention, the figure swiftly darted away.

I glanced up at Colin, who still had a fierce gleam in his eyes. Standing in the dim alley, he looked like Satan himself, just crawled out from the depths of hell.

Tentatively, I called out, “Colin?”

He turned to look at me, and I could practically see the anger in his eyes dissolve into a clear, innocent bewilderment. “Phoebe, I feel so lightheaded.”

Then, suddenly, his nearly six–foot–three frame collapsed onto me.

I had no time to protest; I could only let him lean on me.

*He looks all skinny, but boy, he’s heavy,” Stella grumbled, helping me support Colin as we dragged him toward the curb.

It seemed like he had passed out, all his weight bearing down on me.

breath, “Why is he

cab, and together, we managed to stuff Colin into the

head back to the Langley family estate,” I

1. me.

was curious about Colin and nodded in

whole way, Colin leaned on me, his forehead burning up; he seemed to be

forehead and sighed.

wasn’t a murderer or an accomplice to some twisted murderer, what was

really married?” Stella asked quietly. “Is he really your husband? Is he

gestured to her head in a circular motion, suggesting something was off with Colin’s mind. “Although he’s quite

choked me. That was Stella for you, always

husband, and it’s a long story,” I said, rubbing my forehead. How do I

Chapter 89

forced into

for whether he’s ‘capable….

quite normal, just has his moments

was all looks. I was thinking how fair God is, giving him that gorgeous face but a dim

in college by

widened in shock, pointing at

into me, and

catch the slight smile playing at the corners

still in disbelief. “You can’t tell by looking at him…