Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 171

Eric peered warily down the alley’s end. “Who’s there?”

Startled, I spun around to hide but was swiftly muffled and dragged into a nearby shop. “I told you, you’ll regret tailing Caleb,” the voice behind me was unmistakably Dexter’s.

1 paused, furrowing my brows as I eyed him with suspicion. “Mr. Fitzgerald, got time to kill?”

“Just happened to be passing by,” Dexter quipped, reaching for a mango–flavored lollipop from the store’s shelf for me.

He must have mistaken me for Phoebe. He knew Phoebe was prone to sugar lows, hence the lollipop.

But it was laughable, really. He didn’t even know Phoebe was allergic to mangoes.

“Who do you think I am?” I asked, voice heavy with caution.

Dexter remained silent.

I scoffed. “Don’t you know Phoebe Caldwell is allergic to mangoes?”

I made no move to take the lollipop from him, looking to leave instead.

Dexter, frozen, suddenly moved to grab my wrist. “I told you to divorce Caleb for your own good.”

With an air of urgency, he pulled me into his car.

Soon after, Eric emerged and got into his vehicle.

Dexter drove off, tailing Eric’s car.

“The Langleys have always cleaned up after Caleb. He’s been a troublemaker for years, and it’s always Eric who sorts it out. His meeting with today is just more of the same,” Dexter said with a heavy tone. “Since

Caldwell gave you her house

she must consider you her best friend. I can’t let anything

to each other, Mr. Fitzgerald? Phoebe grew up with you, and you couldn’t protect

grateful I am.

steering wheel tightened, and his knuckles whitened,

Phoebe. “Phoebe loved you so much. How could you be so

just driving and following Eric.

Chapter 171

a while, he spoke in a lowered voice.

I didn’t

else. She was with me out

and anger overtook me.

and he was still trying to

he even human?

by gratitude. I wanted to give her freedom yet keep her close. I knew she’d leave eventually…” His voice trailed off, the unspoken truth

love is really cheap. When you first said you liked

of emotions as he glanced at me. “Did she tell you she loved me for ten

to engage with Dexter any further.

hesitated, his stare intense but not pressing further.

car in an old neighborhood, Dexter parked as well, and we followed

food, entered an old house and knocked

Dexter and I waited to see

the door cracked open, and a hand reached

scars of burns.

peaking. That person inside was the same murderer I’d seen at my house – the one who had taken my

Chapter 171

a while, he spoke in a lowered voice.