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

let anyone touch her.”

investigation, nothing serious,” Eric sighed. “But you’ve revealed your hand too early, and Mr. Henry might

the dirty secrets of the Langley family?” Colin chuckled darkly.

it?”

on

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

voices seemed to come from just beyond the door. I curled up, trying to muster the

Colin, holding a small cupcake,

in sunlight, the soft golden light

my own

sat up slowly on the

of warm water, his loyal demeanor making it hard

been asleep?”

whispered, lying down next

taken aback; had I really slept that

at me earnestly, his hands still stained with the remnants