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 is he

we managed to stuff Colin into the vehicle.

the Langley family estate,” I murmured, deciding Stella should come

1. me.

Colin and nodded in agreement.

Colin leaned on me, his forehead burning up; he seemed to be genuinely ill.

his forehead and

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

asked quietly. “Is he really your husband? Is he capable

head in a circular motion, suggesting something was off with Colin’s mind. “Although he’s quite handsome, can he, you know, perform?” Stella whispered, ever the one to focus on such

question almost choked me. That was Stella for you,

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

Chapter 89

I woke up one day, was forced into a shotgun wedding, and

for whether he’s ‘capable….

his moments of

I thought he was all looks. I was thinking

myself defending Colin. “He was in college by his teens, in the gifted program. He’s one of those

in shock, pointing at

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

playing at the corners of his

hard, still in disbelief. “You can’t