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

together, we managed to stuff Colin into

head back to the Langley family estate,” I murmured, deciding Stella should come with

1. me.

about Colin and nodded in agreement.

whole way, Colin leaned on me, his forehead

forehead

to some twisted murderer, what was his connection

he really your husband?

off with Colin’s mind. “Although he’s

was Stella for you,

a long story,” I said, rubbing my forehead. How do

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forced into a shotgun wedding, and now had a kid?

for whether he’s

just has his moments of

I was thinking

was in college by his teens, in the gifted

widened in shock, pointing at Colin.

nodded, glancing at Colin. He shifted uneasily in my arms, burrowing into me, and I

didn’t catch the slight smile playing at the corners of his

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