Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 277

Upstairs, Colin had somehow snuck in without me noticing, and when I caught sight of him, he was chuckling to himself. As our eyes met, the laughter in his eyes quickly turned to an expression of pain. “Phoebe… it hurts so much, I can’t sleep.”

What could I do? I sighed and went up to comfort him, feeling like I somehow owed him.

“Phoebe… rub it for me?” Colin pleaded from the bed, stretching out his arms for a soothing touch.

My mind was elsewhere, but I started to massage him absentmindedly.

Henry wasn’t going to let things slide, not after Colin’s mishap, followed by my own troubles and then Brendan’s departure. Henry’s tactics were just too ruthless…

“Phoebe, my chest hurts too,” Colin said, pointing to his heart.

I was deep in thought, but wherever he said it hurt, I’d rub.

I have to admit, his pecs were quite solid. Where had he been working out during his years on the road? Must be those good genes, making those who spend every day in the gym green with envy.

“Phoebe, my stomach hurts too.” Colin looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eye, clearly pushing his luck.

My thoughts were on how to retaliate against Henry after his string of ‘gifts.’

Colin guided my hand to his stomach, and I obliged him with a rub.

must say, it felt good; his muscles were well–defined.

mind wasn’t on admiring him. The fact that Henry was in cahoots with

the connection; that guy never did

more I thought about it, the angrier

to think they had Colin beaten

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from Henry and Damian

he had done to me; my lost memories included him,

Colin continued, moving my hand lower.

hand, lost in thought,

to reality and

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up, wincing in pain and clutching his lower belly.

murdering

with embarrassment as I grabbed his ear and threatened, “Shut it.”

clamped his mouth shut, turned over, and burrowed his head into the soft pillow as if

helplessly and patted his head. “Colin… about Brendan’s funeral, what are you going to do? It’s got to be grand; the bigger, the better. Get the media involved; you need to cry and play the part of the grieving

full well how difficult this was for him.

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to Colin; more often than not,

in the orphanage until they realized he was a prodigy and