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 is he so

and together, we managed to stuff Colin into the

the Langley family estate,” I murmured,

1. me.

curious about Colin and

his forehead burning up; he

forehead

wasn’t a murderer or an accomplice to some twisted

Stella asked quietly. “Is he really your husband? Is he capable of marriage?

her head in a circular motion, suggesting something was off with Colin’s mind. “Although he’s quite

was Stella for you, always

story,” I said, rubbing my forehead.

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forced into a shotgun wedding, and now

whether

just has his

looks. I was thinking how fair God is, giving him that gorgeous

brilliant, actually–a prodigy.” I found myself defending Colin. “He was in college by his teens, in the gifted program. He’s one of those

widened in shock, pointing at Colin. “Him?”

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

slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“You can’t tell