Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 342

I stared at Colin blankly. "Why?"

"You once said that liking someone is all about the sympathetic nervous system getting fired up, hormone levels rising, dopamine transmitting, and heart rate speeding up... If your heart races during a kiss, more than when you’re calm, it means you like me," Colin explained earnestly.

I paused, a little shocked. Was I really that melodramatic? Liking someone needed a formula?

"Cough... You talk too much," I mumbled, looking down and tugging at the drawstring of his sweatpants. Suddenly, I came back to my senses and squinted suspiciously. "Get your own pants off and into the tub! You're drunk, not disabled!"

Colin started to play the fainting card again with a pitiful look. "Phoebe, I feel awful. That booze made me so hot, it's like... I'm in heat."

I clenched my teeth. "I've got a pair of scissors. How about I help you with a little sterilization?"

Colin immediately straightened up, obediently stripped off his clothes, and without a shred of shame, stepped naked into the bathtub.

I massaged my temples. This man really had no sense of embarrassment!

Though we were legally married.

out his palms, and only then did I notice the wounds on his

grab the first aid kit, cursing

over the edge of the bathtub, watching me tend to his injuries

leaning over the edge, looked as if he had stepped right out of a Greek

called my name in a whisper, his eyelashes

Too enticing.

in distress, half-submerged in

spacious; I couldn't shake the feeling he was like a siren, luring

doing?" I

the edge of the tub.

presumptuousness, I stood

called

I didn’t indulge him.

you like me. Don’t believe Dexter. He's shameless," Colin muttered, still finding

Colin. "You're

my face, my body, all yours. I don’t need

this with utmost