Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 187

Julian’s eyes blazed with anger as he clenched his fists tightly, each knuckle turning white, “You Aust wait, Caleb.”

I watched, astonished, as fear flickered in Julian’s usually fierce gaze, Was he actually afraid of Colin‘?

Turning to look at Colin, I saw his eyes dark with menace as he stared after Julian. It wasn’t until we were alone that his expression softened.

“The string of mishaps hitting the Langley family… it’s all happening too fast,” I murmured. “Colin, are you sure you’re not involved?”

Colin didn’t answer, just held me closer. “Phoebe, I’m starving.”

His voice was hoarse, and I couldn’t tell if he was feigning ignorance or genuinely clueless. He had been up all night without a bite to eat; of course, he was hungry.

I took him out for a hearty meal, then coaxed him into bed for some much–needed rest.

Sitting by the bed, I studied his face for a long time. Beneath that mask of Colin’s, what kind of face lay hidden?

Lying beside him, I, too, drifted off into a heavy sleep.

Being pregnant made me sleepy, and after a night without rest, tense in the interrogation room, I was exhausted.

I had nightmares but vaguely felt a hand pulling me close, holding me tight. My body warmed, and I finally slept soundly.

“Mr. Caleb, going after Mr. Henry now is too hasty. You might alert him. You shouldn’t be taking such risks for her.”

heard Eric’s voice in my half–sleep.

won’t let anyone touch her.” Colin’s

hand too early, and Mr. Henry might strike back. You’ve been

been biding my time all these years just for the dirty secrets of the Langley family?” Colin chuckled darkly. “Eric, you know better

it?” Eric questioned.

is on

you so certain she is…” Eric

is.” Colin asserted with unwavering conviction.

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grasp the full meaning of their words, but sleep was a heavy curtain.

and Colin and Eric’s voices seemed to come from just beyond the door. I curled up, trying to muster the energy

the door opened, and there was Colin, holding a small cupcake, his eyes clear and bright, “Phoebe, you’re

light creating a

always seemed pure and angelic, making me doubt my own senses. wondering if

sat up slowly

glass of warm water, his loyal

have I been asleep?” I asked softly.

night,” he whispered,

aback; had I really slept

at me earnestly, his hands still stained