Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 229

Colin looked at me with his best impression of an innocent puppy, “Phoebe, my hand hurts.”

He had cunningly convinced the nurse to put an IV in his less–injured hand and then played the pain card with me.

Was I really supposed to wait on him hand and foot? To the point of unzipping his jeans? Suddenly, Finn’s words echoed in my mind. “Keep acting; nobody does it better than you.” Colin’s eyes were rimmed with red. “Phoebe, you’re my wife.”

“Enough!” I steeled my heart. After all, he was injured saving me, and the doctor’s orders were bed rest, so wait on him I must.

I grabbed the supplies the nurse sent us. Blushing furiously, I pulled the privacy curtain around us and reached out. “You can manage on your-

“My hand hurts.”

I gritted my teeth and threatened. “Caleb, don’t push it.”

He looked at me, the picture of innocence. I felt like a pufferfish, all puffed up with indignation as I helped him…

Then I heard he say, “Phoebe, I don’t need to pee anymore.”

Could I strangle him?

“Phoebe, you’re too rough; you’ve scared it.”

“Caleb!”

Colin finally conceded with the air of a

and sat beside him, spoon–feeding him soup. “Drink up; it’ll help you heal faster.” *Phoebe.” Colin looked like he was cooking

Dexter, looming like a

turned stormy in an instant. How could I forget that Dexter’s room was just next door, also recovering from an injury?

killing me. Could you give

even see Dexter; I

at his

08:07

him to shut up, so I

hurting anymore as he pulled me into a kiss. I knew he was up to

door, Dexter stiffened, his eyes darkening as they were fixed on

the tension in the room dropped to freezing levels. He was

someone’s presence, I straightened up quickly

Fitzgerald, you’re up and about already? Quite the speedy

there.”

he could be out of bed with such serious injuries, why was

a bit flustered.

I refused flat

“I’m sorry, Foebe: your grandma’s taken ill. She’s been rushed to emergency care. I couldn’t