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.”

voice in my half–sleep.

let anyone touch her.” Colin’s voice

early, and Mr. Henry might strike back. You’ve been patient for so many years; it’s not like your to gamble everything for

of the Langley family?” Colin chuckled darkly. “Eric, you

it?” Eric

is on my

she is…” Eric sounded

asserted with

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to open my eyes, to grasp the full meaning of their

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

Colin, holding a small cupcake, his eyes clear and bright,

bathed in sunlight, the soft golden light creating a

seemed pure and angelic, making me doubt my own senses. wondering if what I’d heard

I sat up slowly on the bed.

his loyal demeanor

long have I been asleep?”

night,” he whispered, lying

I really slept that

earnestly, his hands still stained with the remnants of