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!”

solid ten minutes of ear–twisting education, Colin finally conceded with the air

soup. “Drink up; it’ll help you heal faster.” *Phoebe.” Colin looked like he was

looming like a ghost she couldn’t

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

me. Could you

didn’t turn around or even see Dexter; I just wanted to

Colin choked up, tugging at his bandage to show

08:07

just wanted him to shut up, so I

hand wasn’t hurting anymore as he pulled me into a kiss. I knew he was up to

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

in the room dropped to freezing levels. He was clearly provoking.

straightened up quickly to see a heartbroken Dexter.

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

there.”

serious injuries, why was Colin still bedridden over a few cuts?

flustered. “Can we talk?”

I refused flat

me too well and went for what he thought would work best- a threat. “I’m sorry, Foebe: your grandma’s taken ill. She’s been rushed to emergency care. I