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.”

Eric’s voice in

touch her.”

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

just for the dirty secrets of the

worth it?” Eric

on

you so certain she is…” Eric sounded anxious.

is.” Colin asserted with unwavering conviction.

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Chapter 187

to open my eyes, to grasp the full meaning of their words, but sleep

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

and there was Colin, holding a small cupcake, his eyes clear and bright, “Phoebe,

light creating a

always seemed pure and angelic, making me doubt my own

sat up slowly

water, his loyal demeanor making it hard to

have I been

day and night,” he whispered, lying

I really slept that

at me earnestly, his hands still stained with the remnants