Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 484

My jaw dropped. How did Neil get in?

Sure, he knew the front gate code to enter the yard, but I was certain I had locked the living room door.

I swiftly rose to open the door, and there he was, standing right outside.

“How did you get in?” The thought of a murderer sneaking into my house had spooked me, and now I was wary even of Neil.

Neil turned and made his way towards the living room. Puzzled, I trailed behind him only to find the living room door wide open, bathing the room in a silvery moonlight.

He was still in his bloody clothes, looking oddly sophisticated yet freakish, especially with the way he was peering at the door. It made me inexplicably nervous.

“Did it scare you silly?” Neil finally broke the silence, “Why didn’t you lock the door?”

I was taken aback. Had I forgotten to lock the living room door when I went to the bedroom?

Perhaps the events of the night had shaken me too much, leaving my mind in chaos.

I stammered, “Um… I forgot. How’s Daisy? Is it okay?”

“It’s still at the vet. It’ll have to stay for a while but luckily, its thick fur protected its vital organs,” Neil replied, then looked at me and asked, “Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

I nodded. I wasn’t injured, just mentally and emotionally overwhelmed.

Suddenly, something caught my eye. The blood on Neil’s left forearm seemed thicker, the sleeve of his shirt clinging to it. It looked like he’d been hurt.

My heart clenched. “You’re hurt. Your arm…”

pointed at Neil’s

his wound, he frowned but didn’t seem overly concerned. “Hmm, he got

to the hospital. You’ve lost a lot of blood and what if the wound gets infected?” I was getting frustrated, whether

arching. Despite his injury, he seemed in good spirits. “Are you worried about me?”

got hurt saving me, Neil. Can you please act like an adult and get your

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tired, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips, “Is it too much to ask for

closed his eyes I wasn’t sure if he was just resting or if he had really

called

respond, his face growing paler. My heart pounded. Could

you asleep?” I asked louder,

panic. I wasn’t a doctor. I didn’t know

to him and gently nudged him, “Neil, are you okay?”

respond. He

I reached out to check

of mischief in them. He grabbed my wrist, and with no

I ended up sprawled on his chest, his

get up, but his

the more sinister. “Technically, it would be

embarrassed than angry as I shouted, “Let go of me. Let me up!”

saving you, so shouldn’t you be responsible?” Neil played

Neil let out a pained grunt, “If you move, my wound will open up again. It had just

edge. I said, “You know your injury is serious, why won’t you go to the hospital? I’m not a doctor,

Neil seemed to have lost his logic.

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