Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 200

I couldn’t help but laugh despite myself as he managed to tickle my funny bone. “Alright, hold tight. I’m off to run you a bath.”

He nodded obediently, but as I turned away, I noticed a shadow pass over his face, his expression darkening.

When I came back to tell him the tub was ready, I could have sworn I saw him fiddling with my phone.

“Phoebe, my hand really hurts.”

Just as I was about to grab my phone, he winced, claiming his hand was in pain. Sure enough, the white bandage was soaked through with blood.

I quickly fetched the first aid kit, redressed his wound, and coaxed him into the bath, drying his

hair afterward.

He was as docile as a golden retriever, quietly letting me take care of him.

By the time I’d put His Highness to bed, I was dead on my feet.

He gave me a wry smile and pulled me into his embrace. “Phoebe… time for sleep.”

I was reluctant, sensing some kind of scheme in the air. But exhaustion overcame suspicion, and as soon as I lay down in his arms, sleepiness washed over me.

His room always had this subtle scent of sandalwood, comforting and perfect for a peaceful sleep.

drifted off.

need to check on Melody and Dexter since they were just playing their games; I had already alerted

was on his way, and he’d be much more useful than me. If it was all an act, Robin

Robin there, hopefully, the perpetrator

before me, drenched in blood, smiling. “Phoebe, I’ve come to join

in disgust, but he

join you and the kid

“No! Stay away! You’ll taint my path

knew how to love anyone else. I just wanted you to fall for me…”

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Chapter 200

I screamed.

must have kicked something

open, my breath quick, sweat beading

came to, the daylight was already spilling into

on the floor, his fluffy head peeking out, eyes looking at me. innocently.

What did I do to

injury as he climbed onto the bed, taking my hand. “Rub it, it hurts.”

had kicked him really hard. He was only wearing boxer shorts and placed my hand

furiously. What was he playing at this early in the

me with puppy–dog eyes, implying my kick had left