Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 199

“Asshole.” I gritted my teeth and cursed under my breath.

Dexter was getting out of hand.

After all he’d done to me, now he was gunning for Colin.

I was fuming and ready to storm the orphanage to expose his two–faced nature, but Colin grabbed my arm.

He looked at me with those big, sad puppy eyes. “Phoebe, it’s going to get soggy.”

I could see how much it meant to him, waiting in line for ages just to get it. It would break his heart if I refused.

Now I got why they say ‘beauty is a mighty weapon.‘ It’s disarmingly effective. There he stood. under the streetlamp, his eyes brimming with a mix of vulnerability and plea. How could anyone say no?

I took the fried mushrooms he offered me and took a bite, and they were indeed crispy, fresh out of the fryer.

Colin couldn’t have been at the orphanage; he was with me, his alibi as solid as they come.

“Phoebe, are they good?” he asked, leaning in close.

Under the dim glow of the streetlight, my heart skipped a beat. “You… you didn’t have any?”

He suddenly kissed me, then said firmly, “Delicious.”

fool. I’d suspected him of playing the fool more times than I could count, but I never had

silence, looking down

mushrooms.

“Phoebe, I think

let me

wagging, hopeful for a taste of the fried mushrooms in my hand. I tossed it a piece, whispering to Colin, “Is

roadside. I took it in, and it’s been following

piece of

me, surprised, then smiled. “Dogs have a way of seeing the true nature of things, the

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think much of

always wagging its tail. I’d always

hands hurt, can’t get them wet.” Colin suddenly said as we

bed.

hands, wrapped in bandages, giving me that helpless

for my help. Was he genuinely clueless, or

muttered, “Just skip it,

Hygiene is very important,” Colin

twitched. ‘Hygiene‘? This coming from a guy who’d been a vagrant for who knows how long?