Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 196

I fitted a glass with water and carried it into the bedroom, only to find Colin burning up with

fever.

He was curled up on the bed, the blanket untouched beside him.

A pang of concern hit me. How had he managed all these years with such poor self–care skills?

“Phoebe…”

Freached for the thermometer, but Colin caught my wrist and pulled me down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around me.

Even sick, he had the strength of an ox.

“I’m scared,” he murmured with a muffled groan, pulling me closer, Now he thought to cover us both with the blanket, his long legs circling mine as if he feared I’d escape.

“What are you afraid of?” I asked, puzzled,

“I’m afraid of sleeping alone…” He feared waking up to find his dreams shattered.

“Phoebe, tell me, which do you think is the real world – dreams or reality?” Colin whispered.

“Who knows?” I was just as lost.

“Do you know why we see our memories from a bird’s–eye view?” he continued in a soft voice.

stumped me. Indeed, my childhood memories seemed to play out from that very

possible that when we return to those moments in time, we’re no longer ourselves?” Colin’s voice deepened, his

his words for a

or a genius, beyond the grasp

1. me.

turning to look at

to drift off so easily when I was

he’d been wandering for so long,

room was filled with a clean scent reminiscent of sandalwood, indescribably

drifting off; I just simply did in Colin’s arms.

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10:09

Chapter 196

was ten o’clock, and the night had

grabbed my phone, but

my phone had been set to

Colin’s doing…

“Where’s Colin?”

dim and eerily quiet. There was no maid,

in the yard.

I asked, anxiety creeping into my

hard of hearing or suffering from some impairment, just glanced at me

continued his work.

at night, and he was still weeding.

gentle; ears perked like a wolf’s, big