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.

muttered under my breath, “Why

cab, and together, we managed

family estate,” I murmured, deciding Stella should come with

1. me.

was curious about Colin and nodded in

on me, his forehead

his forehead

some

asked quietly. “Is he really your husband? Is

mind. “Although he’s quite handsome, can he, you know,

almost choked me. That was Stella for

story,” I said, rubbing my forehead. How do I explain

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woke up one day, was forced into

whether he’s

normal, just has his moments of madness,”

“Really? I thought he was all looks. I was thinking how fair God is, giving him that gorgeous face but

myself defending Colin. “He was in college by his teens, in the gifted

shock, pointing at Colin.

shifted uneasily in my arms, burrowing into me, and I quickly patted

playing at the corners

in disbelief. “You can’t tell