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.

with urgency. "When will you see him for what he really is? He's a devil in disguise. What do I have to say for

really think he's been wandering all these years? Why

a vagabond, the Langleys wouldn't be where they are. Samuel, Brendan... they were his

at Colin, desperately trying to convince me that

to Colin, who seemed

told you, mind your own business." I warned Dexter to stop fixating on

you ever wonder why you've erased him so thoroughly from your memory? Have you never questioned why you're avoiding him, why you fell for me... if you truly

you just because I 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, scared that you loved me only

his past avoidance

hurt you," he said,

I didn't trust

probably wasn't lying, but not lying

plus one equals three. He

standing there barefooted in his haste, his entire being reminiscent of a discarded, broken doll. He was terrified

right about one thing: why did I choose to forget

forget is akin

from the past abandon

as he shook his

was my decision, he wouldn't