Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 156

Colin seemed ecstatic, practically tumbling me onto the bed with a gleeful force. If he had a tail. it would have been wagging furiously.

“Phoebe. I’m burning up,” Colin said, hugging me and wriggling around on the bed like a puppy.

I tried my best to contain my anger. It wasn’t a fever he had; he was…

“I warn you to sleep now, Caleb,” I could clearly read his intentions. His face was almost yelling his desire. Could he be any more shameless?

“Phoebe, seriously, I’m on fire. Touch me, you’ll feel it.” He always spoke with such a deadpan expression, the kind of words that made you want to crawl into a hole.

I thought he meant for me to feel his forehead. But as he held me from behind, I felt like my hand had touched something it shouldn’t have.

“Caleb, I’m warning you…” I almost spat the words through clenched teeth.

He buried his head in my shoulder. This time he was looking so docile, just holding me.

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I turned around and slapped him.

The sound was so crisp in the silence.

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In the dim light, I caught that his deep, innocent eyes were seemingly brimming with tears, his expression the pinnacle of aggrieved.

and I regretted my

my sympathy kicking in; I tried to justify it to myself.

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now, behave.” He was really settled this time. He stayed quiet,

little sound seemed amplified. He sniffed, and I wondered if he was crying. He succeeded in making me wide awake.

species was he, really? Or was this all on me?

gave in, turning to face

your eyes!” I

looked at me a long while before obediently shutting them.

deep breath and cautiously reached out

was so sensitized that I wanted to curl up myself in a ball. I wished

Chapter 156

I warned him as he

he called my name.

talk and don’t open your eyes…”

He just lifted his hand to trap me in his embrace and

“Phoebe…”

name. His voice was hoarse,

my skin tingle. My own breathing became heavy when I knew that he

the early stages of pregnancy, he wrestled

sleep separately. I swore to myself. Otherwise, who knew when he

“Phoebe…”

“Phoebe…”