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

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

should’ve gone to the hospital. You’ve lost a lot of blood and what if the wound gets infected?” I was getting frustrated, whether from seeing all the blood or worrying

concern, his eyebrow arching. Despite his injury,

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

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loosely by his sides. He looked tired, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips,

sure if he was just resting or if he had

called out.

My heart pounded. Could he be dying?

asked louder, but still, he

doctor. I didn’t know if a wound there

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

He looked like… a

to

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

my waist, and I ended up sprawled

up, but his grip tightened, pinning me down.

face was still pale, making his smirk appear all the more

your mind?” I was more embarrassed than angry as I shouted, “Let go of me.

hurt saving you, so shouldn’t you be responsible?” Neil played the victim.

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

a doctor,

Neil seemed to

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