Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 321

"She won't go with you."

At the doorway, Colin stood in his hospital gown, his voice hoarse.

His chest heaved as his burning gaze implored me not to leave with Dexter.

Dexter shot Colin a warning look. "Caleb, let's see how long you can keep up this act!"

I pushed past Dexter and planted my feet firmly, my voice low and resolute. "Mr. Fitzgerald, my fate is none of your concern. Never have, never will. I'm not Phoebe, and you don't need to project your guilt onto me. I hope to avoid any further entanglement in the future."

My stance was too clear, and it seemed to wound Dexter deeply.

He looked at me with a complex gaze, a bitter smile on his lips. "So this is what it feels like to be distrusted. Phoebe, are you getting back at me?"

He was tasting the bitterness Phoebe had once endured.

"You're overthinking it," I frowned, finding Dexter quite bothersome.

Perhaps it's just human nature to be prejudiced. No matter what I did in the past, Dexter refused to trust me. Now, whatever Dexter says, I can't bring myself to believe him outright.

for what he really is? He's a devil in disguise. What do I have to say for you to believe

to me. "Do you really think he's been wandering all these years? Why would Eric help him? How did the Langley family get

he were really a fool, a vagabond, the Langleys wouldn't be where they

trying to convince me that Colin's current guise was all

eyes shifted to Colin, who seemed flustered, bowing

own business." I warned Dexter

wonder why you've erased him so thoroughly from your memory? Have you never questioned why you're avoiding him, why you

hurt you once. I was just conflicted about my own feelings back then. I never intended to use you or hurt you. All along... I was just running away,

his past avoidance was out of respect

wouldn't hurt you," he said,

Dexter. I didn't trust

probably wasn't lying, but not lying doesn't mean

firmly believed one plus one equals three. He wasn't lying, but

standing there barefooted in his haste, his entire being reminiscent of a discarded, broken

thing: why did I choose to forget him, wiping him so

is

me from the past

he shook his head at

threaten me like Dexter. If it was my decision, he wouldn't oppose it, but