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.

me. Indeed, my childhood memories seemed

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

a long time

a madman or a genius, beyond the grasp of

1. me.

coaxed softly, turning to look at

drift off so easily

eyelashes were long, his skin flawless, not a pore in sight. It was almost infuriating he’d been wandering for so long, wearing ill–fitting clothes, and yet his skin was better than

room was filled with a clean scent reminiscent of sandalwood,

off; I just simply did in

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10:09

Chapter 196

o’clock, and the night had fallen completely. Colin was

my phone, but there were no calls from

I found my phone had been set to

Colin’s doing…

“Where’s Colin?”

villa was dim and eerily quiet. There was no maid, only

in the yard.

have you seen Caleb?” I asked, anxiety

or suffering from some impairment, just glanced at me

continued his work.

at night, and he

at my feet. It looked gentle; ears perked like a wolf’s, big eyes brimming with