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.

“Why

and together, we managed to stuff Colin into

Langley family estate,” I

1. me.

about Colin and nodded in

me, his forehead burning

his forehead and sighed.

or an accomplice to some twisted murderer, what was his connection to the

Stella asked quietly. “Is he really your husband?

something was off with Colin’s mind. “Although he’s quite handsome, can he,

choked me. That was Stella for

story,” I said, rubbing my

Chapter 89

up one day, was forced into a

whether he’s

normal, just has his moments of madness,” I

I was thinking how fair God is, giving him that gorgeous face but a

defending Colin. “He was in college by his

widened in shock, pointing at

at Colin. He shifted uneasily in my arms, burrowing into me, and I quickly patted his back. “We’re almost home, sleep now.”

playing

hard, still in disbelief. “You can’t tell