Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 229

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!”

minutes of ear–twisting education, Colin finally conceded with the air of a scolded

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

like a ghost

an instant. How could I forget that Dexter’s room was just

my wound is killing me. Could you give

turn around or even see Dexter; I

up, tugging at his bandage to show me,

08:07

I steeled myself and

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

door, Dexter stiffened, his eyes darkening as they

room dropped to freezing levels.

presence, I straightened up quickly

you’re up and

there.”

such serious injuries,

flustered.

I refused flat out.

Dexter didn’t give up: he knew me too well and went for what he thought would work best- a threat. “I’m sorry, Foebe: your grandma’s taken ill.

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