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.

my breath, “Why is

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

to the Langley family estate,” I murmured,

1. me.

curious about Colin and

whole way, Colin leaned on me, his forehead burning up;

touched his forehead and

an accomplice to some twisted murderer, what was his

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

he’s quite handsome, can he, you know, perform?” Stella whispered, ever the one to focus

me. That was Stella

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

Chapter 89

woke up one day, was forced into a shotgun wedding, and now had a kid?

whether he’s ‘capable….

just has his

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

by his teens, in the

shock, pointing at

arms, burrowing into

didn’t catch the slight smile playing at the

disbelief. “You can’t